#FE GANG WAKE UP

[phanofclouds]

#wake up babes new monaco gang pic just dropped #i will not comment on the outfits #stoffel vandoorne #norman nato #mitch evans #picz #fe

[arachnoia]

formula 1 | [2] | across the spiderverse

In which you turn suspicious of your cousin Miles and follow him, only to find out he’s part of a racing gang. love triangle between hobie, miguel, and you

Part 1 here !!

Unlike every other day in summer vacation, you didn’t wake up with the usual carelessness you wore as you stretched your sore body. Instead, you felt a bit cautious and scared, not going with your usual lazy stretch but just staring at the TLC poster that was plastered on your wall.

You just challenged a gang leader yesterday. The adrenaline wore off and you felt your stomach drop once you realized.

What if he hurts Rio and Jeff? What if he hurts Miles?

Everything felt weird in general and you felt on edge. Like you were-

“WAKE UP Y/N!!” Miles barged into your room and went over to grab a random pillow to hit you but got distracted by his Tamagotchi and went to feed his pet.

“Miles…” Your usually cheery morning voice was replaced with something more of a croak, making Miles look at you with concern.

“Sis…Are you okay?” Miles placed his pet on your desk and went over to hug you. “Your dumbass really got yourself into this huh?”

You pushed him off and let out a dry laugh, “I don’t know Miles, I’m just…scared. I just wanted to look out for you.”

He gave you a sad look and sat on your bed, “You’ll be fine and I can help you, I’m grown up now, man. Let me deal with whatever shit I get myself into-”

You narrowed your eyes at Miles, “Even though I’m in shit with your boss doesn’t mean I’m gonna let you deal with messes by yourself.”

Miles laughed and sighed, “So now that you know…Do you think you could help me and my car right now?”

“Hmmm, not a chance,”

“Oh, whatever!”

………

You called Aaron and told him that you were going to be late and walked to the bodega you went into yesterday with Hobie and Miles. You opened the door and were greeted with the familiar jingle and the shop owner greeting you.

“Que tal, Señora! Buenos dias.” you smiled, waving at her, and grabbed some granola bars and a can of an energy drink to keep you awake.

As you walked to Aaron’s, your eyebrows furrowed at what you saw; a shiny red Lamborghini Diablo parked outside the auto shop. The owner must be an idiot to leave that gorgeous car alone.

You lazily walked through the garage and yawned as you took a bite of your granola bar. “What’s up, man?”

Aaron’s head poked out from the door connecting the garage to the shop. “We have an important client today. I’m sure you saw that gorgeous car so be extra polite today, Y/N! We could get in a good word from this guy.”

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “I gotcha! What does the guy want?”

“Meh, just a tune-up but it’s a nice car so be careful! He wants it done by 6 so make it quick but nice. Imma go get some drinks from the corner shop so I’ll see ya in a bit.”

You laughed, “Don’t kiss his ass when you see him though!”

“Mhm,” He grumbled and took his wallet as he dashed through the door. Aaron then came back and threw the keys at you, “Drive it in here and-”

“Be careful! I know,” you said, rolling your eyes and laughing.

You were then alone with the keys in the empty auto shop and felt giddy. That car was fucking beautiful. You felt more excited when you were behind the wheel, driving it in, and felt nervous with the leather wheel brushing at your fingertips.

“Damn.”

You got working and lifted the hood, inspecting the engine and working on it. Aaron came a few minutes later with some Coke to drink and you finished right before 6.

5:30 to be exact.

“Yo, Unc! I’m finished,” you said, throwing the keys at him and wiping the oil from your face.

“Thanks, man! ‘Preciate it,”

You smiled smugly and crossed your arms with pride, “It’s great and I’m gonna add a sugar cookie air freshener!”

Aaron laughed, “The guy’s outside so once you get it, greet the guy, alright?

“Yeah yeah fine!”

You walked into the front of the shop where there was a wall of air fresheners and you started skimming for one.

Once you picked one, you felt your shoulder feel heavier as someone tapped you and placed their hand on your shoulder.

“So this is where you work huh?”

Oh fuck.

Miguel stood there behind you in all his glory.

“Why are you here?” you said, placing your hands on your hips.

He smirked and wiped his top lip with his Bulls jersey.

“Why would I not be here, mami? That’s my car you’re fixing.”

His smirk changed into a smug expression as he noticed how your face shifted to one of horror.

“Whatcha got there?” he leaned forward and pointed at your hand.

“N-Nothing,” you put the freshener in your pocket and pointed to the door leading to the garage. “Your car’s ready.” You sure as hell weren’t going to waste a sugar cookie air freshener on his stupid ass.

Miguel started walking towards the entrance of the garage and leaned on the wall.

Aaron shined the roof of the car and he jumped up in Miguel’s presence.

“Hi, Mr. O’Hara. Your car is ready!” Aaron smiled. Miguel smiled and smirked evilly back at you and your upset face. “Gracias, mami. I expect to see you tonight.”

WHAT THE FUCKKKK

You could help but feel your face turn red which made him smile even more.

Miguel went over to his car and patted Aaron on the shoulder, giving him a fat stack of 50-dollar bills, “Thank you. Here’s a tip along with the cost. I’m sure I’ll be coming here again for the great service.”

He gazed at you as he said “Great service”. At this point, you felt your face was as hot as the fucking sun.

He looked fine as hell, you couldn’t lie on that. His tan muscles were glistening with the sunset as the tattoo etched on his skin was more evident, making it more beautiful than before when you first met him. His gold chain was sparking all over, the diamonds looking like stars, just like his red ey-

“Y/N, you good?” Aaron tried waving his hand in your face. Your dozed-off expression earned a chuckle from Miguel and you could dig a hole and die.

“I’m gonna go but thanks, Davis. I appreciate it,” Miguel said before going into his car, winking at you, and driving off.

Aaron turned to you and jumped up in glee, “This calls for a celebration! Y/N, I could pay off my debt with this and still get myself something nice.”

Aaron’s giddiness filled up the room until you noticed Miles on the side of the garage door, motioning for you to come out.

“Hey Unc, Imma have to give you a rain check on that celebration. I have to go, man”

His face turned sympathetic and nodded, “I get it. You’re tired? Go get some rest, I’ll see you on Monday.”

You smiled and gave him a hug before grabbing your canvas bag and leaving from the front doors where Miles was already there with Hobie.

“What’s up, Y/N,” Hobie said, dabbing you up before Miles did too.

“Let’s bounce”

You, Miles, and Hobie started walking toward the warehouse before reaching the gate and being met by a girl.

“Hey Morales, what’s up?”

She had blue eyes, blonde hair with pink tips, a side of it shaved, and freckles. She wore a green bomber jacket and black pants with Vans? You couldn’t tell but you could tell she was close with Miles by the way she looked at him.

Hobie nudged at you and whispered, “Look at those two lovebirds.”

She took her focus off of Miles and looked at you two blankly, “Oh hey Hobie. Hi I-Don’t-Know-You”

You raised your eyebrow at her and looked at Miles who felt your sharp glare and spoke, “Y/N Y/L/N this is Gwen, my uh- friend! Gwen, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my cousin!” he said nervously.

She just waved and you felt your expression drop. Oh?

“We have a race today and Miguel wants you to race, Hobie”

“Miguel coulda told me? But alright…And speak of the bloody devil.” He looked beside Gwen to see Miguel walking towards you guys.

He changed out of his jersey into a simple white t-shirt. He smirked once you two locked eyes for a second.

“So you came, Y/L/N? Nice to see you,” he smiled. It was scary due to his intimidating nature.

You took a deep breath and shrugged, “Well of course I have to come on my first day of the job so I’m here.”

He raised his eyebrow in surprise and nodded, “Good to know, and Hobie? You’re racing today.”

Gwen sneered at Hobie and laughed, “Ha! Told you so.”

Hobie rolled his eyes and cracked his knuckles, “Oh whatever.”

He and Gwen started walking and followed Miguel in the warehouse. Miles looked up to you with his eyes wide, “So you’re our new mechanic now?!”

You smiled and shrugged, “I guess? But this is just an opportunity, y’know?” Miles nodded and smiled, “Yeah, let’s go.”

You walked into the colorful warehouse and saw all the beautiful cars, getting ready to go race.

The group stopped where Hobie’s car was; a Jaguar XJR-15 in an electric navy blue.

“You don’t need to do anything, Y/N. It’s still pretty fast and I drove it yesterday so we’re good.”

Before you could say anything, a guy popped out of the car and stretched.

“When are you gonna stop lying, Hobie? I used my amazing mechanic skills and fixed it yesterday.”

He turned around, sighed dramatically, and froze once he saw you.

“Oh you’re new.”

You laughed awkwardly and waved, “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

He yawned loudly and leaned against the car, “I’m Pavitr, probably the BEST mechanic in this place but-“

Gwen rolled her eyes and interrupted him, “Right.”

Miguel frowned and glared at the two, “Shut the shock up right now. Hobie, get in the car”

Hobie saluted to Miguel and shoved Pavitr away, “Yes sir.”

Hobie went inside the car and started driving slowly outside, having Miles and the group follow.

“Y’know it’s nice but not as nice as mine,” Gwen said to you, smirking.

“What car is it?”

“Ahah, 1989 Ferrari Testarossa. It’s so fucking beautiful.”

She motioned to a car parked in a corner of the warehouse. Some people were polishing it and Gwen wasn’t wrong. It was very very nice.

It was pink with black streaks all over it. It was very beautiful and shiny due to the polish.

Once you guys got out of the warehouse gates, Hobie positioned the car next to some other cars getting ready to race.

Gwen went over to one of the girls who was next to Miguel yesterday. She was pretty and had red sunglasses on in contrast to the other girl who had pink ones on, shaped like hearts. “Hey, Jess!”

Jess smiled and hugged Gwen, “Hey Gwen. You ready for the race?”

Gwen nodded and went next to Miles where they started to talk in themselves.

“You’re back!” The girl with pink heart sunglasses went toward you and hugged you.

Miguel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, “Lyla?”

“Hi, I’m Lyla! Nice to meetcha-?”

“Y/N, I’m-”

Lyla laughed and sighed, “Of course I know your name, silly! You’re the girl who yelled at Miguel yesterday!”

Your stomach dropped in second-hand embarrassment. Does she still remember that?

“Oh well! Time to get in my place! Have fun!” Lyla ran to her place next to the cars where Jess was to the opposite of her, holding the same checkered flag as Lyla. They both matched each other with the same white dress and hair in ponytails.

“Start your engines!”

You went over to where Hobie was and knocked on his window where he opened it, “What’s up pretty?”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a handshake. You wanted to wish him luck but realized you probably look awkward. “Good luck, S-Punk.”

He smiled and nodded, pulling up the window.

The racers revved their engines getting ready to start until Lyla and Jess motioned their flags.

“Ready…”

You saw Hobie staring at a particular car with a bit of nervousness etched on his face.

“Set…”

With a swift motion, the cars went. And god were they fast.

“Hobie is totally gonna win…” Gwen whispered.

Miguel peered down at you and had a faint smile play at his lips as he saw your amazed expression, “Enjoying the race?”

You nodded energetically and focused on Hobie’s car making sharp turns around the streets.

—

Pavitr looked at you and Miguel, smiling while nudging at Miles, “So new girl and Boss have a thing for each other?”

Miles groaned annoyed, “No? Why do you think that?”

Gwen motioned to you two, as Miguel just looked at you blankly.

All three of them never saw Miguel just look at someone so the sight was a shocker. They huddled up and looked at each other stunned.

“He’s so smiley it’s scary…” Miles whispered.

Gwen nodded, “Damn Miles, so your cousin really is allat and a bag of chips huh?”

Pavitr’s jaw dropped as he whipped his head to your direction where you were laughing at something. “THAT’S YOUR COUSIN MORALES? She’s so fly, man!”

Miles cringed at Pavitr’s words and crossed his arms, “I don’t know but Y/N is just nice like that so whatever.”

-------------------------------------------------------

You looked around you and nudged Miguel on the shoulder, getting him to peer down to you, “Well where’s the cool suits and jackets and stuff? The uniforms?”

He snickered and covered his mouth, “What?”

“Well yeah? You guys are supposed to be like a gang team whatever you guys are. I would think you guys have uniforms or jackets?”

Your answer made him laugh even harder before he leaned by your ear and whispered.

“This isn’t Formula 1 racing, sweetheart."

"It’s much more than that.”

a/n- tis a bit short but yeah! thank you guys so much for 100! it means alot ily guys<3333

i’m like still debating if I should discontinue this or go on w it…🧍🏻‍♀️

tags -

@catr4dora @deputy-videogamer @viriexo

@soilmayo @toaffes @itzsab

#miguel ohara x reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o’hara x reader #hobie brown #miles morales #sol (not de janeiro) #spiderman #gwen stacy #hobie x y/n

[sheep-and-lykos]

Sweet Lovin’s: Chubby!Jesse McCree x Reader (Slight-NSFW Mention)

Song Recommendation: Shampoo Bottles - Peach pit

Jesse needs some good ass comfort I stg I’m gonna give it to him.

You gazed at him from the mug in your hands. He stood across the kitchen from you, pouring his own cup of coffee while scratching at his chest with his prosthetic hand. Sipping on coffee, your eyes trailed over the back of his body.

He looked handsome. He always looked handsome, but there was something about seeing him in the morning when you two woke up that just made you love the domestic side of him even more. Shaggy chocolate hair was still ruffled and messy from him twisting against his pillows during the night, red flannel pants sitting loose around his waist as the drawstrings had been untied sometime during your shared rest, and a light grey t-shirt that he has favored for God knows how long left little to your imagination.

You of course knew what he looked like naked, but you still loved seeing his tall frame no matter what he wore, especially if it was tight.

Through the light grey fabric, you could see the curve of his spine, see how brawny and wide his shoulders were. And if he would turn around instead of just looking out the damn window next to the coffee machine, you could get a look at his front side. His chest was broad and strong and he was always so warm.

You placed your mug down on the island, the ceramic settling on the granite had perked Jesse into turning around.

Honey brown eyes met yours. They were cheery but tired still, needing the sleep rubbed out of them, maybe a cold shower to help wake him up. The thought of joining him perked up in the back of your mind for a moment; Making out in the shower probably, Jesse pinning your back against the shower wall, pushing his hot body against you, rutting against your front as you grabbed onto his shoulders.

“You good, darlin’?” Jesse chuckled, sipping from the off-white mug.

“Just thinking,” you hummed.

Jesse smirked as he reached for the cream on the counter.

Your eyes looked over his front again, eyes trailing the defined marks of his broad pecs, how the sleeves were snug around his brawny arms, how nicely the material hugged the curve of his gut.

He wasn’t a stick like he was in the photos of Deadlock that you saw, and he was just as strong as he was in Blackwatch. But the years since Overwatch’s disbandment had McCree search out for what he was yearning for; A domestic life he never got to live. Since he was young he was involved in crime, he couldn’t really help it. His parents were absent and he grew up in the gang-ridden Route 66. Blackwatch wasn’t any better, strict rules he had to follow and awful scenes that will haunt him for decades to come.

But here, he got to live in peace, and dammit he is going to milk it as long as he can. Comfort food, plush blankets wrapped around you both on a comfy couch, anything to relax and to put away the memories of his past for at least a night of good food and good fun with you.

He’s expressed before that he wasn’t fully happy sometimes. It was rare for Jesse to complain, but you catch him sometimes staring at himself in the full-length mirror in the bathroom. Shirtless most times, he would just stand there and stare at himself, poking and prodding at his slight-heavyset appearance and sighing.

He kept his Blackwatch attire, squirreled away in the attic with what little remains of his past he wanted to keep. It was mostly Blackwatch but there were a few other things; One photo of him in Deadlock to remind himself to never go back to that way of life again, a framed photo of his parents on the farm he was born on in Santa Fe, and a few other things from his childhood.

But it was Blackwatch he found himself staring at the longest when he goes up to the attic to look for something. The old uniforms especially.

You met Jesse a while ago, back in his “better years” as he referred to it one time. He was thin and muscular, looking like he could be straight out of a western porn from how painfully overdressed he was as a cowboy, stetson, chaps, spurred boots, and all. Even a damn spur on his six-shooter revolver.

You weren’t disgusted to be around him like he thought you would be. You didn’t care that he put on a few pounds trying to live a domestic life.

You had been startled out of your thoughts when Jesse placed a hand on your shoulder, the cowboy chuckling to himself softly.

“Lost in thought, pumpkin?”

“Kind of. I think we both need a quick wake-up, coffee’s not helping,” you nudged your mug away from you.

“And what did you have in mind.”

“How about a cold shower for the both of us?” you smiled smugly at your lover.

Jesse’s smile dropped a bit, and his back kind of collapsed a bit so he would hunch a bit, almost like he was trying to make himself seem smaller.

“I, uh- Really think that’s a good idea, darlin’?” he mumbled.

“Why not? It’s helped before.”

It was happening again. Self-consciousness was overtaking Jesse and it pained you to see him embarrassed about his body. Even to be naked in front of you seemed like it would make the poor man want to break down a bit.

“Ya sure you really wanna be in that cramped little shower with me?”

You pushed yourself away from the island and stood in front of the cowboy fully. He was taller than you by a good head at least, but you looked him dead in the eye. Honey brown hues now seemed to dull and lose the spark you loved to see. Lips that were almost always in a slight smile were now frowning.

“It’s not that small, Jesse, it can fit the both of us.” You were trying to not hurt his feelings, but you didn’t want to step on eggshells either. He wasn’t the type of man that needed that kind of treatment. “Don’t you wanna shower with me? Press your naked body against mine? Pin me to the shower walls? Leave marks on my body that only you would ever see?”

Jesse hesitated for a moment before nodding silently, keeping his eyes downcast. You knew he wasn’t feeling better but this was at least a step in the right direction.

You both left the kitchen and entered the bathroom down the hall. You flicked on the light and started the shower, threw down the bathmat and grabbed a few towels only to turn around and see Jesse still standing there, looking at the shower running like he was about to vomit.

Maybe if you undressed it would help? You grabbed at the hem of your sleep shirt and peeled the cloth over your head, dropping it onto the floor. Your pants had followed, dropping as you unraveled the waistband and pooled at your feet. When you were about to you pulled your underwear down, Jesse had started to undress - albeit slowly.

It was a step.

Jesse had only dropped his pants and toed off his socks before stopping. Leaving him in his boxers and t-shirt still.

When you were naked in front of him, you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“Gonna shower in that, cowboy?” you tried to joke, hoping it would ease the tense silence.

“I don’ think this is a good idea darlin’.”

“What do you mean?”

You knew what he meant, you just needed him to spark the conversation.

“I just-” Jesse looked away bashfully, one hand grabbing the t-shirt where it clung to his soft belly. “Ya don’t think I ain’t… big?”

“Jesse,” you murmured. Steam filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror he was looking at. You placed your hands on his cheeks and tilted his head so he could look at you. “I love you the way that you are. No matter what. I don’t care about the past, I don’t care about looks. You’re still as handsome as ever. Hell, I’d even say I’ve fallen deeper in love with you.” Jesse breathed heavily through his nose, he bit the inside of his lip to stop it from quivering. “I love you, Jesse McCree. No matter what.”

Jesse had let go of his shirt to grab onto your naked body and bring you close to his soft one. In a crushing hug, Jesse buried his head in your shoulder and shook, thankful that you were there with him.

#jesse mccree #mccree #mccree x reader #cole cassidy #cassidy x reader #Overwatch #overwatch imagines

[reallyromealone]

FORTUNE TELLER 9

Part 8 🌸 current 🌸 part 10

Warning: swearing, Bonten, Sanzu as a concept, avoiding kidnapping, shit gets boring then really wild

(Name) couldn't sleep much, the nightmares waking him but that didn't matter much to him.

His body wasn't sore anymore so he might as we get a move on.

He was a sitting duck like this.

Getting up and getting his bearings he checked around the shrine before continuing his journey, if his memory was correct if he went east he would end up in Tottori, he heard it was secluded.

It was perfect.

It would take him six days if his math was correct.

It was worth freedom.

Leaving the shrine he stuck to the shadows and out of the sight of people, hiding at anyone who vaguely looked like they could be gang related.

So basically anyone to (name) at this point.

Everyone was a threat.

He managed to find change along the way, getting a water bottle from a vending machine, the journey would be long after all and he could survive without food for a week.

He couldn't survive long without water.

"...shit!" (Name) said ducking in an alleyway when he saw those familiar black cars stroll by.

It was a manhunt at this point.

And (name) knew they wouldn't stop till they found him.

And he couldn't let that happen.

God knows what they would do when they got him.

They were probably livid.

God his mom would have been so worried for him.

X

Naoto felt awful, he had barely gotten away from Bonten and he lost (name).

Hopefully he's hiding well.

Half of Tokyo was looking for him, both Bonten and the police and people were starting to notice.

"Don't worry, we'll find him" an officer said trying to calm down the angry detective but it fell to deaf ears.

What if they already found him?

Just pretending to look for him to throw the Tokyo police off their scent?

The possibilities were endless.

They were so close, but of course Bonten would have something up their sleeves.

X

(Name) was tired.

He had been walking for hours through the back streets of Tokyo and avoiding anything anyone and for once.

He wished he could see his own future.

Maybe then he could know what to avoid.

When to hide.

He couldn't even call anyone.

He hoped Naoto was alright, he felt bad dragging him into this.

Hopefully the detective would get to go to his sister's wedding, the dress looked lovely.

"I'm looking?! How hard is it to find one fucking person!" Sanzu yelled to Ran causing (name) to duck behind some trash cans, heart racing as he overhead the conversation.

"Well we better find him! Mikeys tantrums are only getting fucking worse!"

"We all want him back, but you bitching won't fix it!"

(Name) tried not to move a muscle as they got closet, still not aware he was just feet away as they argued.

"We have everyone hunting him down, a bounty on him it's only a matter of time before he shows up on our radar"

And at that moment (name) knew he needed to get the fuck out of Tokyo.

Soon.

Eventually the Bonten men left and (name) took in a shaky breath before getting up and running.

"Are you alright?" A voice broke him from his thoughts and shakily he looked at a pretty man who looked at him worried "a-ah yes! Sorry" (name) said almost frantically as he stared at the golden eyed man with long blond and black hair put in a bun.

"Are you sure...?"

(Name) just nodded before bolting again, he's wasting daylight talking to someone who would just be in danger near him.

It was night time and he managed to end up in a park, the moon high as he planned his next course of action.

"You hear? Bonten put an 173 million yen on some guy, apparently it's the leaders lover or something" some thug said and (name) hid in a tree as he thought about what they said.

'lover...?' he thought, confused as he continued to eavesdrop on the conversation before him only to lose his balance a bit from the lack of food and exhaustion, catching their attention.

"Who the fuck is that?!" One of the men yelled out and (name) felt all his exhaustion leave him as he bolted.

"Get the fuck back here!"

(Name) felt his heart leap into his chest as he ran through the park and out into the streets, weaving past people.

"SHIT--- (name)?" A voice he wished he didn't hear as he locked eyes with Koko, the man exiting a club.

"Nononono!" (Name) said teary eyed as he looked at one of the men who haunt his nightmares.

"We been looking everywhere baby, come on don't you want to see the birds?" Mochis voice snapped his attention behind him as the tall bearded man rested his hand on (name)s trembling shoulder "we missed you, didn't you miss us?"

No absolutely not.

The concept of them made him want to throw up from fear.

"Now let's go home, Mikey's been missing you"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #bonten x reader #male reader #mikey tokyo revengers #angst #fortune teller #kidnapping #drugging #stockholm syndrome

[icharchivist]

Orologia has tits now? Wake up babe, new GNC waifu dropped

yeah holy shit. Genderfluid Nonbinary Orologia here we GO

tho ngl i really am not fan of the fem!design, it really is just waifu shapped 😭 the masc!design is so wetcat shapped and pitiful i genuinely love the idea, but for the fem!design it really feels like "no we can't make a pitiful girl we need boobs :(". On a Doylian perspective (taking into account the designers's opinions) i dont really like it (and if they make the fem!design playable over the masc!design i think i'd be so sad. Best of both world: both design appears on their unit.)

on a Wastonian perspective (forgetting the designers and taking it as the character's idea) i think it's great Orologia managed to figure out what were the two forms that fit them the most. Some days you just want to be a wet cat, some day you just want to look cute. I can respect that.

That being said, i think it was mentioned none of the dragon really had a gender anyway? They're all basically experimenting with gender now as they're taking "humanoid forms" and they have gendered pronouns that go with it, but all the gang, Fediel, Wilnas, Lu Woh, Galleon, Wamdus, Ewiyar... They're all Nonbinary, technically speaking. Their genders are even listed as "Other" in game. Literally nothing stops them from doing just like Orologia and getting forms that'd reflect that down the line.

And apparently, according to Wamdus's FE, it's Orologia who gave them the potions to change their shape to start with, they're literally the Hrt/T distributor of the gang.

(though i love how it means Ewiyar, who's presentation is "Cat", who's gender is filled under "Other" in gameplay (which really shows Ewiyar really went to it going "My Gender is Cat."), still uses she/her pronouns, or more like, people use she/her pronouns for her and she doesn't mind. Gives me the vivid idea of Ewiyar considering "would i get better worshipping out of being a female cat you think? I'll say yes. She i come.")

So i'm just glad Oro is just as Nonbinary as the rest of the gang and decided to drive it a step further, since people can forget easily the rest of the gang is Nonbinary, by going "no, you will stare at my waifu form as well. It's the full package."

Thank u Granblue for the genders.

#ichareply #anonymous #ichafantalks gbf #ichablogging 6dragons #ichablogging 9thanni

[subbyftmprettygirl2]

con-fes-sion 4:

i wanna be gang raped. i wanna wake up tied up in a room and have a train of Men lined up to take my holes. id be fucked out by the third Man but They wouldnt care. at the end of the night Theyd prop my hips up to make sure i got pregnant and take bets to see who the father wpuld be

#tasks from Men #confessions #she speaks

[metalheadcowboy]

can you please elaborate on the Quiet Place au idea because I literally just watched the second movie and you have my full attention rn

You say that like I haven’t been just waiting for someone to ask me 😭😭 (Also let me know what you thought of the ending of the second movie because I’m curious about what other people think of they’ve seen the movie because personally I hated it 😭)

-Okay, so in my AU I would love for the whole gang to be there, y’know, the kids, the teens, but I don’t think it’s realistic. So, it only revolves around Billy and his family + Steve and his mom as I said before. (Though, maybe they find others, but not all later?? 👀)

-Steve’s home acts as the safe haven. After the death of his father, Steve and his mom sound proofed the house, quite literally. They took out anything that could possibly trigger a noise, thus lead the monster to them. They made it so basically all hardwood and tile in the home was covered in different patterned carpets, whatever they found abandoned in their ransacked apartments. They even went as far as to take out unnecessary doors in their house leaving only the ones leading to the outside.

-Steve’s mom is the one who lets the Hargroves into their home after Neils death, much to Steve’s own dismay. Steve doesn’t see the family as a threat so much as he sees the size of their group being their downfall. In his mind, more people equals more noise, equals death. And did he really want to risk the safety of him and his mother for Billy Hargrove? Hell no, but for Max Mayfield? Maybe. So, they stay.

-Also Steve’s mom is a total badass, like, she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty and to fight to til the end. And, honestly, Steve’s surprised, because it’s never a side he’s seen to her, only ever seeing the part of her that submits to his father. But, now that his father’s not around and it’s her child‘s life at risk, she’s all in

-The same cannot be said for Susan, somehow being even more submissive than Mrs. Harrington. She’s sort of lost without someone to guide her and tell her what to do. She’s not good at making decisions, taking action, or anything that takes a ton of initiative. BUT, she is damn good at mending wounds, having a degree in nursing that, really, went to waste, she’s well equipped on the basics, which is normally enough.

-Billy and Max are the ones who find themselves in trouble the most, both thinking they can handle things all on their own, only to be proven wrong when The rest of them are picking up the pieces.

-Steve is the brains of the operation, because, what he lacks in book smarts he more than makes up for in street smarts. He could basically draw a map of Hawkins simply from memory if anyone asked, knowing the place like the back of his hand. He tracks the radio every day for any sort of possible transmission, he knows his way around pretty much anything that can be made into a weapon, also he’s pretty good at reading people which doesn’t seem like it’s come in handy at a time like this, but you’d be surprised once they escape the realm of Hawkins how helpful it really is.

-Billy and Steve are at odds for a long time, months, getting along only when they have to, and other times just ignoring each other’s existence. They don’t even really start to talk until Steve quite literally saved Billy’s life. Until Billy ripped his calf right open on a barbed wire gate and Steve was the only one strong enough to sit on his chest and hold a washcloth soaked in chloroform to sedate him long enough to get him back to his house without screaming. Billy is the one to make the first move after waking up in Steve’s bed with a throbbing pain in his bandaged calf to Steve running gentle fingers through his hair about to be even sweatier from hissing and panting in pain. After Steve quickly lets him go, pretending like he wasn’t just petting the younger boy like a cat Billy brings up his hands to sign. Nothing more than “Thank you” because he knew that was one of the few things Steve knew the meaning of, but it made him smile. Smile wider than he had since the beginning of this whole ordeal and in turn it made Billy smile too.

-After a while they just end up staring a bed, the floor giving Billy cramps and effecting his physical performance which is the last thing they need. And Steve swears he’d never admit it, but he almost cries when Billy’s warm back presses his own because he hasn’t felt so warm and so safe in so long.

-Billy’s damn skilled as using a gun, so usually if the alien gets close, Steve will be the distraction and Billy will start shooting to buy them more time.

-Max slowly teaches Steve how to sign, something she and Billy picked up long before all of this so they could talk without Neil finding out what they were saying. (I also really like the idea of deaf Max idk how you feel about that butttt,,, 👀👀)

-Sometimes Billy and Steve will let under the stars and whisper about what they’ll do once this is all over, thinking hopefully, even though, quite honestly, they both know neither one of them will make it out in the long run.

I have many more thoughts butttttt I’ll leave these here,,,

#Billy Hargrove #Steve Harrington #Harringrove #Stranger Things #Max Mayfield #Susan Mayfield #Steve Harrington’s mom #I’m shit at expanding on things but I tried AKDKJDJFJFJF

[bansheeoftheforest]

meowfia branch + the branch where jekyll joins the lucy/patrin/elsie polycule. as soon as they find out about jekyll being a cat shifter, the boy becomes spoiled.

also the though of lucy discussing a heist or something with her gang while jekyll is purring curled up on her lap, and she casually strokes his fur. sometimes he meows a comment and lucy actually seems to understand him and the forty elephants are just very confused because now she's letting her cat boyfriend help planning heists.

I have been thinking of the thought of Lucy, Patrin, and Elise inviting Henry to sleep in their bed for the first time and Henry being incredibly nervous but doing so anyways, only to shift into his cat form in the middle of the night so the moment Lucy wakes up, she just sees this extremely fluffy (but tiny and also long) cat curled up on her stomach snoring so peacefully. All three of them are incredibly confused and Lucy picks the cat up, only for Henry to wake up and shift back into human (and ending up on Lucy's lap). Cue a lot of more nervosity and a lot more explaining but ultimately, they got a cat boyfriend!! Absolutely adorable <3

I also love the thought of no one knowing that Jekyll is a catshifter but his new lovers so the FE just joke that the cat is Lucy's third lover, who then also seems to be helping with heists. Or if they do know/realize that Henry is a catshifter but don't know he was in a meowfia so they just think Lucy is taking advice from her random catshifter boyfriend.

Also, the thought of Rachel realizing that Fluffpepper Jekyll Jr has been gone for a while only to find him curled up on her sister-in-law's lap? Henry freaking out because he doesn't want to get caught-- either as being a catshifter or Rachel's sister-in-law's and brother's lover?? XD

#ask #meowfia au #catshifter au #banshees au #anon

[endless-whump]

Nick/Milo: A Whisper of Touch

CW: referenced refusal of food, starvation, fainting spells, referenced captivity, referenced torture, malnourished whumpee, shameless fluff, cuddles, referenced dissoci@tion

Masterlist

4 am gang wheeee somehow I ended up with 2k words lol I should probably sleep

---

Nick didn’t like hovering but...he really couldn't help it.  He couldn’t help the knee-jerk reaction to throw his hands out to steady Milo whenever he swayed, or seemed off balance, or got that recognizable, pale look on his face.  He didn’t like it because more often than not he got a flinch in reaction to the sudden movement, heart twisting in guilt.  He was thankful for the instinct, though, when he actually needed it.

They always came out of nowhere, the fainting spells.  One minute Milo would be fine, maybe even relaxed if they were lucky, and the next his knees were giving out, sending him crumpling to the ground with barely a second of warning.  They were happening almost every day, which was what made Nick develop the protective habit in the first place.

He was at the bar on his laptop, desperately rummaging through deficiency possibilities when his boyfriend came into the kitchen.  He quickly clicked off the tab and smiled up at Milo, sighing.  He never took a single second he could lay eyes on him for granted, not anymore.

“Hey, love.”  Nick hummed, observing Milo’s demeanor.  He seemed relaxed enough, which was good.  He still had a bit of that far away look in his eyes, though, the one that Nick despised with all his heart.  “I was planning on making some pancakes, I’ll make the kind you always like.  The one with peaches?”

Milo was quiet for a moment, fingers fidgeting with the oversized sleeves of Nick's hoodie he wore.  He nodded, turning and reaching up to grab a glass from the dishdrying rack.  That was one victory Nick was immensely proud of.  He was getting his own water without asking anymore.  Food, on the other hand, was something they were still working on.  Nick knew better than to ask if Milo wanted food, he knew the answer would be a hasty shake of the head.  It was better if he just...simply said they were gonna have food.  It was a statement, not a question.  Not something Milo really had the option of saying no to.

Nick ran a hand over his face, closing his eyes.  It made him feel awful.  He knew it was important to make Milo feel like he could say no, reassure the fact he had options and a choice, but this was the one thing he had to reinforce.  He knew that if Milo was given the option to eat or not, he’d say no every time.  They’d already tried that, thinking he’d eventually cave and say yes.  He never did.

The sound of glass shattering jerked Nick back to attention, head snapping up.  Milo’s eyes were wide, hands shaking where the glass had slipped out of his hand and shattered on the floor.

“Milo- don’t move,”  He said urgently, scrambling to his feet.  The last thing he wanted was Milo freaking out and getting glass in his foot.

“Nick- Nick I can’t, I feel-”

It only took Nick a second to realize what he was saying.  He rushed over and kicked the glass out of the way as best as he could, figuring he was better protected in socks than Milo would be with bare feet.  He wrapped his arms around Milo as if in a hug, feeling him go completely limp, as if someone had turned off some switch.  He staggered with the sudden weight against him, a hand flying to the back of Milo’s neck to make sure his head didn’t fall back.

He carefully lowered Milo to the floor, setting his partner's head in his lap as he gently pressed two fingers against the side of his neck.  He wasn’t sure it was necessary, but the small action was always a small reassurance to him.  That's what kept him calm, every time this happened.  He could reassure himself his partner was breathing, that his heart was beating.  It felt stupid, but he couldn’t help himself.  He needed that reassurance to cling to.

Milo keened softly as his eyes fluttered open, brows furrowing in disorientation.  Nick ran a hand through his hair, cupping his face.

“Hey, you’re ok, love.  There you go, I’m right here.”  

It was routine now, at least for Nick.  He hooked his arms under Milo’s knees and torso, carefully picking him up.  The glass he could take care of in a minute.  Shaking fingers clutched at his shirt as he lowered Milo onto the couch, but were easily pried away to give Nick room to pull a blanket over him.  He slid his hand to the back of Milo’s head, thumb rubbing softly against skin in a soothing motion.  He stayed crouching by the couch, humming reassurances, coaxing Milo through the waves of dizziness and confusion that always lingered after he fainted.  

It made Nick feel frustrated, how helpless he was to help.  The only thing any doctor would tell them was that Milo needed to eat more, needed to rest more, whatever.  Nothing he hadn’t heard a hundred times.  He knew they were right, but it just made him feel guilty, like he wasn’t doing enough to make sure Milo recovered.  All of this felt so out of his range of capabilities.

“M..msorry, sorry-”

“Hey nothing to be sorry for,”  Nick reassured, pressing a kiss to Milo’s forehead.  “You don’t have control over that, shit happens.”

Milo reached a shaky hand out, and Nick quickly laced their fingers together and squeezed lightly.  The deep scars around his wrists were still pinkish, not yet fully paled yet.  Nick found himself staring at them, thumb brushing lightly across the raised, healing marks.

“He almost never took them off,”  Milo whispered, and Nick's gaze darted to him, brows furrowing with concern, then horror.  Milo just stared distantly, eyes fluttering shut as he took a slow, deep breath.  “They were always so..cold, and tight.  They only got warm when..when I pulled at them, and they bled.”  He nodded to his wrist, pressing his lips together.  “Those are my fault.”

“None of this is your fault.”  Nick insisted, leaning close.  “None of it, you hear me?  You can’t blame yourself for something like that.”

Milo just shrugged, eyes opening.  They locked gazes, both of their expressions soft, but grieving.

“I forgot what you looked like.”

Nick’s heart dropped at the statement, tears filling his eyes.  He brought Milo’s hand up to his lips, holding it tightly, giving Milo the space to talk.  His hands were cold, and he couldn’t resist the urge to breathe on them slightly, hoping to do at least something to ease his discomfort.

“I..I forgot what your face looked like, after a while.  It all got really blurry, I just- I couldn’t remember.  I remembered what you smelled like, what your voice sounded like; I heard it when I slept sometimes.”  A tear slipped down his cheek, a haunted look in his eyes.  “But..I couldn’t remember what you looked like, and it terrified me.  I was so scared...scared that I would never see you again, that I had forgotten it forever.”

Nick didn’t even know what to say.  He wanted to tear whoever he did this to Milo to shreds, what he could do with just a few minutes with the bastard…

“When I saw you..” Milo continued, grabbing Nick's attention again. “I thought I was dead.  At a certain point I kinda just- gave up on the idea of ever seeing you again, I guess.  I dreamed so many times about coming home...I still don’t think it's real sometimes.”

God, what do I even say to that

“I’m real,”  Nick murmured, running his other hand down Milo’s back, loving the way he smiled slightly, a little lopsidedly.  “It's all real, and you know that because if it weren’t, I wouldn’t be here, right?  Can’t dream about me if you don’t know what I look like, silly.”

Milo huffed, rolling his eyes.  “Guess not, then.”  He squeezed Nick's hand before pulling close, pressing their lips together.  Nick was a little taken aback by the move but quickly relaxed into it, sighing.  He pulled back after a moment, heart warming at the sleepy grin on the others face, the way his face had a bit more color to it amongst the pale skin and freckles, features that could never be overshadowed in Nick’s eyes, not even by the scars over the bridge of his nose and cheekbones.  This was the clearest Milo’s eyes have looked in ages, the most aware he’s seemed.

“Never forgot what that felt like,”  Milo hummed, letting his head fall back on the couch.  His neck was exposed to show the curve of his shoulder, scars wrapping around his throat, a few disappearing below his collar.  It didn’t stop Nick from wanting to kiss every inch of him, not ever.

“Me neither,”  Nick smiled in return, kissing Milo’s hand again.  “You ok here if I go clean up that glass?  Need to make some breakfast, too.”

“Mhm,”  Milo hummed, nodding.  “Can we go back to bed after?  I know you didn’t sleep, I saw you on your laptop.”

Even now Milo didn’t miss things like that, it seemed.

“Yep, I don’t have any classes to worry about.  We can spend the whole goddamn day in bed if we want.”

Milo smiled, curling up and watching Nick stand.  He made his way back to the kitchen, grabbing a dustpan to sweep up the glass on the floor, dumping it in the trash.  He made something just for the two of them, some bacon and pancakes and eggs and that gross vitamin c juice Milo always drank without a single complaint.  The sun was up now but he knew nobody would wake up for a while, it was Saturday which meant absolutely nobody went to sleep at a decent hour the previous night.  Half of the house probably wasn’t even here.

He passed Milo on his way to take the food to his room, and he almost would've guessed he was asleep if it weren’t for the way he picked at a string on the couch, fidgeting idly.  Nick smiled, quickly setting the plates down on the desk beside his bed before going back for Milo.

“You ok to walk?”  He asked, watching his partner warily.  Milo nodded, pushing himself up on his elbows to sit up, eyes tired but blessedly aware.  Nick helped him up, watching him closely for any signs he’d pass out again.  He didn’t, able to walk back to their room with little assistance and crawl back into their bed.  It was nice to call it theirs again.  It felt all too empty when Milo was gone.

Nick handed Milo his plate, crawling up onto the bed and sitting cross legged next to him with a soft smile.  He ate slowly but he was eating, which is all Nick could ask of him.  The hum of the air conditioner filled the room, a soothing sound to fill the silence as they ate.  Nick matched his pace, only finishing his own food when Milo did.  

“You feeling ok?”  He asked as he set the plates aside, watching Milo pull the blankets up around him.  Nick didn’t hesitate to join him, the two cuddling up together under the covers.

“Yea, just tired.”  Milo said quietly.  They were a tangle of blankets and legs, foreheads pressed together.  They were warm, perfectly content to lay together under the heavy covers.  Nick hummed happily, lacing their fingers together and holding on tight, happy to have his partner close.

“I never want to forget what you look like again.”  Milo whispered.  Nick squeezed his hand, leaning in closer, their chests pressing together.  “I stay awake, sometimes, just watching you sleep.  I’m scared if I go to sleep you’ll be gone when I wake up.”

Nick pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his cheek, down to his jaw.  He wrapped his arms around Milo and pulled him to his chest, a hand running up the back of his neck up to his hair, guiding his head to rest against his shoulder as they closed the space between them.

“I’ll be right here.”  Nick promised.  He felt the way Milo melted against the touch, his curls soft underneath Nick's fingers.  “I’ll be right here when you wake up, you won’t ever wake up back there.  Ever.”

Milo nodded against his shoulder, taking a slow, deep breath.  He hugged Nick back, burying his face into the crook of his neck.  He could hear the sound of the pantry door slamming closed, the floorboards creaking, a fridge opening.  The house was slowly coming to life in the late morning, but the pair only focused on each other in those quiet moments.  They both let themselves drift somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, just aware enough to be aware of each other.  Warm breath against skin, the occasional kiss against the shoulder or jaw, a hand sliding over a hip to pull the other close.  It was all a whisper of communication through touch, something neither of them shied away from.  It was a whisper that spoke louder than any words they could say, sometimes.

I’ll never let you wake up somewhere you’re scared

--

taglist

@haro-whumps@simplygrimly@insanitywishes@lonesome--hunter@deluxewhump@elisabethrosewrites@insanitywishes@iaminamoodymoodtoday @bleeding-demon-teeth @lumpofwhump@redstainedsocks @redstainedsocks @finder-of-rings @insomniacscoprio @inaridriscoll @rosesareviolentlyread @insanitywishes

#whump #angst #hurt/comfort #scars #fainting #refusing food #malnourished whumpee #fluff #comfort #nick #milo #my oc's #my writing #4 am gang #fainting spells #dissociation tw #dissociated whumpee #cuddles #scarring #couple #recovery #referenced conditioning

[navybrat817]

The Interrogation - Chapter 8

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, explicit sexual content, dubious consent, gunplay, forced orgasm, gang rape, additional tags to be added.

Relationships: Brock Rumlow/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Reader

Summary: After waking up in a cold room with no memory of how you got there, you find yourself face-to-face with three of the top members of Hydra. And you learn quickly that the Handler, the Asset and the Captain have no intention of ever letting you go. Chapter Summary: You don't react well to their true intentions, but the Asset still wants a piece of you for himself. *This chapter contains dark!Bucky, non-con, a panic attack and slight breeding kink.

Additional Notes: Hey everyone! This is my very first fanfic and I hope you all enjoy! Tags will be added as I go, but please DO NOT PROCEED if these subjects and matters upset you.

This is dark!(hydra!)Steve, dark!(hydra!)Bucky and dark!(hydra!) Brock and will be explicit. Gifs are not mine!

There was a loud ringing in your ears when the Asset pulled his hand away. You could hear the Captain talking to him, but you couldn't make out what they were saying. You didn't even react when you felt the Handler reach his peak. You were still trying to process what was said. What the Asset…

"What did you say?" you asked, a bit shocked at how hollow your voice sounded.

"I want your first baby to be mine," the Asset said easily. Like it was the most simple thing in the world. Like it was a normal thing for someone to be kidnapped, raped and impregnated. And he said the first. They wanted more than one. And it could happen. You weren't on anything and they hadn't used any kind of protection...

For a moment, you felt a sense of detachment. Like you weren't really there and that they weren't talking about you. When you went to take your next breath though, it felt like enough air didn't fill your lungs. You tried again. What was happening?

Your chest moved up and down as your vision began to narrow. You brought a trembling hand to your chest, feeling your heart pounding hard and fast. The Handler said something, but you ignored him as you tried to take another deep breath. Your breathing was getting shallow and sharper. It was starting to scare you.

You felt hot and sweaty, even though you didn't have a stitch of clothing on. The trembling in your hand traveled down your arm. You couldn't make out the soldiers faces as your vision blurred more. Their voices rose a bit to get your attention, but you couldn't focus on them.

Fear overwhelmed you as your head began to spin. The ringing in your ears returned full force. You were sure you were drowning. They had to be holding your head under water. Your lungs were going to burst and your heart was going to pop out of your chest. You were going to die in this room.

Your eyes were unseeing when you felt a pair of hands gently frame your face, their voice trying to get you to listen. No. They were drowning you. You were drowning and it was their fault.

“Darling, look at me,” a firm and kind voice drifted to your ears. Blue eyes penetrated the fog. The Captain was looking into your eyes and holding your face. “Listen to me. You’re having a panic attack. I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that? In…” he gestured up with one hand and you found yourself inhaling with him. “And out, slowly. Good girl. Breathe with me. In...and out…" he continued.

It wasn't easy at first, but you followed along. You concentrated on his voice and let the air flow in and out slowly. He never took his eyes away from your face. Your heart was still racing and your body was still shaking, but your breathing finally began to return back to normal. All the while the Captain guided you through it.

"That's it. You're back with us," he said as you slumped back against the Handler. His hands had been on your hips the entire time and you hardly felt them. You thought you were exhausted before, but now it felt like all of the energy had been zapped out of you.

"Let me," the Asset said, nearly shoving the Captain aside so he could pull you away from the Handler. You didn't protest as he sat down and pulled you against him. He tucked your head under his chin as he wrapped the blanket around your worn out body. You didn't have the energy to push his hand away as it rested on your stomach.

"Maybe I should-" the Captain said as he took a step forward.

"Don't!" the Asset snapped back, holding you closer. "I said let me," he added in a softer tone, gently rocking you. "Our baby is going to be beautiful. You'll see," he whispered in your ear. "You'll see."

You didn't argue with him as his rocking put you to sleep.

*****

The Captain was sitting beside you when you woke up. Your blanket had been replaced by a clean one and a warm towel had been put on your head. His gaze was concerned. It was the most concerned he had looked since you met him. You sat up a bit when he held out his hand, careful not to jolt your body too much.

"Here. Take these. It should help your headache," he commanded gently as he placed two pills in your head. He could see the hesitation as you held your hand still. "It really is just to take the headache away."

You placed the pills in your mouth, swallowing them with the water when he put the glass to your lips. Similar to the night the soldiers gave you before, you felt like you just ran a marathon. Would your body ever be in any kind of shape to get out of there? You wish you knew.

"I want to apologize for Bu-the Asset," he said, quickly catching his near slip up. "He has been through more than you could possibly imagine. And with you finally here, he couldn't help but picture the future we're going to have together. It was too soon to tell you though and I'm sorry that you weren't ready to hear it."

You weren't dreaming then. They wanted you to have their children. The Asset especially. You listened carefully to his words. He wasn't apologizing for the Asset telling you their plans. You were obviously meant to hear them at some point, but...he was putting the blame on you for not being ready and willing so quickly.

"So, you're saying this is my fault," you spoke, trying not to let bitterness creep in.

"I'm saying that you weren't ready...but you will be. I know you're a stubborn girl, but I also know you can behave. You'll fall in line."

"I'm not a soldier like you. How do you expect me to just fall in line?" you asked.

"Because you have to. How else do you expect to survive here? The only reason the Handler is leaving you alone right now is because of your panic attack."

"He doesn't seem like the type to care if I have a panic attack," you mumbled.

"I think you know by now he can be a sadistic bastard and I think you also know why he isn't bothering you at the moment."

You were silent as you thought of everything that had happened since you woke up in the room. How he had treated you...what they had done to you. And the sense of entitlement he seemed to hold over you. "He wants me to be pliant and obedient from all of your actions...not because of something HE couldn't control."

The Captain smirked as he nodded. "You really are a smart girl...so keep being smart. That doesn't mean thinking of ways to get out of this because that isn't going to happen. And I know you don't believe me right now, but the Asset deserves a piece of happiness."

You nearly scoffed. Did he really think you weren't going to try and escape at some point? Could you possibly pretend that this was where you wanted to be? And where did he get off trying to make a case for the other soldier?

You rubbed your temples as you rested back again. What kind of life would this be for your baby if you really did get pregnant? Children were innocent, even more than you had been. They didn't deserve to be in a place like this.

The door swung open quickly and nearly smacked the wall from the force. The Handler for once was not looking at you, but his body language nearly screamed how angry he looked. "Cap, we have a problem," he said.

The Captain's jaw clenched as he stood up. "Rest, darling," he said. He didn't look back as he walked straight out of the room. The Handler glanced back at you only for a moment before he slammed the door shut. It felt like all of the warmth had been sucked away. You weren't sure what had happened, but you felt sorry for the person that anger was directed at.

*****

You were thankful later that the Captain gave you those pills. Your headache was nearly gone. It didn't take the ache of your body away completely, but you did feel a little better. Though you couldn't help but wonder if he would expect something in return later for giving you those. You still couldn't get a firm read on the Captain. Or any of them for that matter.

You also wondered what happened earlier to upset the Handler. You didn't want to deal with the consequences of whatever transpired. All you knew was that they hadn't been back since. So when you heard the door open, you held your breath.

The Asset walked through the door, alone, and shut it behind him. You stared at him from where you were laying. His footsteps were heavy as he went to you, like he was carrying an invisible weight on his shoulders. You weren't going to feel sorry for him. You couldn't feel sorry for one of your rapists, no matter how haunted his eyes had looked after your panic attack or from what the Captain said.

Words weren't exchanged between you two as he began to undress. He removed his boots and socks before he removed his vest and shirt. Your throat went dry when the belt was removed next, his fly swiftly going down. He pushed his briefs down with his pants, watching his erection spring free as he stepped out of them.

Seeing all of him like this was a reminder that he truly was an intimidating force. A tortured Adonis who had you in his sights...the same man who gently rocked you to sleep. You clutched the blanket against you as he moved, his eyes still locked with yours as he gripped the end of it and slid it away. His biceps rippled as the mattress dipped under him, shuddering as he began to crawl over you.

"Tell me you're mine," he whispered as his hands slid up your thighs.

"W-what?" you asked, your throat dry as his hands parted your legs.

"Tell me you're mine. Say it."

"I'm yours," you whispered after a beat.

"Say it again," he said as his weight settled between your legs.

"I'm yours," you said, your voice a bit stronger.

“And you're ours, but...I need you more," he said as he gripped his cock and guided it to your entrance. “I need you so much."

His mouth crashed to yours as he pushed in, your cry lost. There was no foreplay, but your body accepted his. Your heart hammered as he deepened the kiss, coaxing you to respond. He took his time kissing you as he wiggled his hips. He was kissing you like you were his willing lover.

"Say it again," he groaned as he started moving.

"I'm yours," you got out.

His metal hand took your wrists and pinned them over your head, the other hooking a leg around his waist. You gasped when you felt how deep he was. He never broke his pace as he gazed down at you, his blue eyes clinging to yours as he kept sinking himself to his limit. A chill ran through you, but you couldn't look away.

He could see the war raging within you as he tightened your leg around him. Your breaths came out in pants as his hips rolled. He knew which angles hit that spot inside you now. It was disturbing how well he knew your body...How well they all did.

"You can't leave me. I won't let you," he said almost desperately. "You're going to look beautiful carrying my child. MINE."

His cry blended with yours as his thrust faster. You could feel his desperation as he drove into you with a purpose. He pressed his forehead to yours, the hand holding your wrists moving to cover your hands. It felt intimate...way too intimate. It was nearly suffocating.

"You'll glow. Fuck, you'll look perfect. I know you will."

Your body's reaction to his movements temporarily pushed away the dread of having his child. Your release began to crest as you gazed up at him. You whimpered as his thrusts turned almost frantic, gentle growls spilling out of his throat. Your walls fluttered as you got closer. Just a little more and he would push you over the edge...

"Come with me, doll," he said against your lips.

You didn't fight the waves of pleasure that crashed over you, hearing him swear under his breath as you moaned. His thrusts became shallow and weak when he felt you pulse around him. Tremors of pleasure rippled from your core as he came, painting your walls with his seed. He rode out his orgasm, his face twisted in bliss like he was savoring every second of it.

He lifted his head more to look at you once he stopped. You couldn't speak as you gazed back at him. That was different. It was...intense. And something else you didn't want to delve into. You could see the shift in his eyes like he felt something different, too. He didn't even blink as he moved his hand between your bodies.

"I'll take care of you both," he swore, his hand cradling your stomach.

Your heart broke a bit as some twisted part of you actually believed him.

@stupendousshepherdloverpony @buckybarnesscrunchie @nekoannie-chan @rowdyshogun @tinystudentfirepurse @newyorkgoddess​ @deforevermore

#dark steve rogers x reader #dark bucky barnes x reader #dark steve x reader #dark bucky x reader #brock rumlow x reader #noncon tw #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #reader insert #hail hydra #hydra steve #winter soldier bucky #dark!steve rogers #dark!bucky barnes #dark!steve x reader #dark!bucky x reader #brock rumlow #steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes

[mysterycheerio]

Lights Up, on Washington Heights up in the break of day…

Peter closed his door, keys rattling in his hand. Across the street sat his little corner shop - the coffee shop he had worked in since he was small, and in front of it, the gang of graffiti artists painting the roller door in front of it.

The customers were gathered around, watching the artist, mumbling to themselves in disagreement for the pseudo Banksy.

Frustration filled him, and he ran towards them, shouting, "Hey, HEY!"

They ran off.

I wake up and I got this little punk I gotta chase away,

He entered the shop, asking the polite customers to bear with him a moment while he got everything ready, humming to himself as he did his chores.

Pop the grate at the crack of dawn, sing while I wipe down the awning-

He stepped outside, flipping the sign to 'open', and said in a good-natured tone, "Hey, y'all, good morning."

Piragüero, the man selling a sweet, shaved ice type dessert, called a 'piragua', rounded the corner, like he did every day, "Ice cold piragua! Parcha, China, Cherry, Strawberry, and just for today, I got mamey!"

"Yo, Piragüero! ¿Como estas?"

"¡Como siempre, Señor Parker!"

He smiled as the old ladies brought in their grandchildren, pulling them up to the desk. He greeted them the way he knew the ladies wanted.

"They call me Peter, and you prob'ly never heard my name - reports of my fame are greatly exaggerated," he said in a sing-song voice. The guardians began to shop, leaving the children at the front of the store listening to his story - how he's a first generation immigrant, who now sells coffee in his little corner shop.

He went into the back for the second, talking loud enough so that the kids could hear him. He opened the fridge and sniffed the milk, checking to see if it was still fresh, but all that met his nose was the scent of putrid dairy.

The door opened, and in stood Maria Carbonell, known to the community as Abuela Maria.

"Abuela, my fridge broke," he said, voice hinting at desperation as he tried to speak quietly so the kids wouldn't hear him, "I have café but no con leche!"

She smiled, "Try my mothers old recipe: one can of condensed milk."

They walked back out, winking at the kids, "Nice!"

"Ay, Paciencia Y Fe!"

He turned his attention to the kids, "That was Abuela, she's not really my Abuela but she practically raised me, this corner is her esquela," he said, the kids laughing as he turned on the spot.

"Excuse me," a middle aged man said politely, "Can you tell me how to get here?" He pointed at a picture of downtown.

"Ah, you're probably thinking, 'I'm up shits creek'. Have you ever been North of 96th Street?" He shook his head. Peter figured as much, "Well, you must take the A train, go even farther than Harlem, to Northern Manhattan. Get off at 181st and take the escalator. And you're there!" 

"Thank you so much," he said, grateful, before holding his hand out to one of the kids and pulling him out of the shop, "Come on Michael."

"But dad, I want to listen to the man's stories!"

He smiled.

Soon the kids had to depart with their guardians, and he gave a friendly wave at their departure.

I'm getting tested, times are tough on this bodega, two months ago somebody bought Ortega's. Our neighbours started packing up, and picking up, and ever since the rent's went up-

"It's gotten mad expensive," a kid said, making small talk as Peter handed him his coffee.

"But we live with just enough," he said, smiling.

"Amen, brother."

Next up to bat, the Starks! They run the cab company, and struggle in the barrio, see - their son Harley is off at college, tuition is mad steep, so they can't sleep, everything they get is mad cheap.

"Good morning, Kid," Tony said, hand in hand with his wife, Pepper.

"Pan caliente café con leche!" 

Tony nodded, "Put 20 dollars on today's lottery-"

"One ticket, that's it!"

"Hey, a man's got a dream."

Peter laughed at the couples banter, when Pepper addressed him, "Don't mind him, he's all excited cause Harley flew in at 3 am last night-"

Peter set down the drinks, "Don't look at me."

They took their drinks, and as a parting message, Tony said, "Underoos, come over for dinner, there's plenty to eat!"

Peter barely got five seconds before he heard the sound of distinct chatter, "So, then Yesenia walks in the room-"

"-Uh huh."

"She smells sex and cheap perfume, it smells like one of those trees that you hang from the rear-view!"

"No!"

"It's true! She screams 'who's in there with you, Julio!' Grabs a bat and kicks in the door, and she's in bed with Josè from the liquor store."

"No me diga," the younger of the two said.

"Wanda and Nat, going to the salon?"

Nat nodded, and the two chorused, "Thanks Pete!"

Monday is a busy day for him, to say the least. 

The bell on the door dings for the umpteenth time that morning, but instead of a customer, it's a small, black boy, fourteen, who's rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Miles, you're late," he says, his tone annoyed, but Miles knows there isn't any real bite behind it.

"Chillax," he says, making his way to the back of the store, "You know you love me."

He rolls his eyes.

Me and my cousin running just another dime-a-dozen, Mom-and-Pop, stop-and-shop and oh my god, it's gotten two darn hot-

He turned on the AC. The weather man said this summer will be one of the hottest in history.

People come through for a few cold waters and a lottery ticket, just a part of the routine, everybodies got a job, everybodies got a dream. They gossip as I sip my coffee and smirk, the first stop as people hop to work.

That's his day really. An endless blur of one dollar, two dollars, one fifty, one sixty-nine, I got it, you want a box of condoms what kind?, that's two quarters, the New York Times, you need a bag for that? The tax is added.

Like he was saying to Miles when he first came into his life, "Once you get some practice at it, you do rapid mathematics automatically."

Miles then comes out of the back, preparing himself to work the counter so Peter could do the coffee's - Peter was the only one who knew the secret recipes that kept the customers coming- successfully snapping him out of his thoughts.

"How are they today?"

"Practically everybody's stressed, but they press through the mess."

Miles nodded.

"You ain't got no skills," a voice said, as they walked into the store.

"Ned!"

Ned smiled, leaning against the counter. Peter and him were best friends growing up, so naturally, Ned was a regular in the shop, despite working long hours for a boss that didn't respect him.

"Yo, let me get a-"

"Milky way?" Peter guessed.

"...Yeah. Let me also get a-"

"Daily news."

"And a-"

"Post."

"And a most importantly, my-"

"Boss' second coffee, one cream, five sugars."

Miles wrinkled his nose at Ned's boss's absurd amount of sugar, and Ned began to talk to Peter about his job while he waited.

"I don't get it! I'm the number one earner! He can't keep me on the damn back burner-"

"Yes he can."

"I'm making moves, and I'm making deals, but guess what?"

"What?"

"Ya still ain't got no skills!"

"Hardee-Har," he said, sarcastically, pouring the creamer in.

"Has Michelle shown up yet?" Ned asked Miles, who was smiling.

"Shut up!" Peter said hastily.

"Hey, dude, don't be upset. You should tell her how you feel. Buy the girl a meal,on the real, or you ain't got no skills."

The doorbell dinged. This is why Peter was so anxious to be talking about Michelle. She normally came in around this time. Right now, she was looking at the ground, phone to her ear.

"Mr. Johnson, I have that security deposit. I've been saving to make a down-payment, and pay rent… no, no, I won't let you down-".

Ned whispered to him, "Here's your chance, ask her out."

"-I'll see you later, we can look at that lease," she said, before hanging up.

"Do something, make your move, don't freeze!"

"Hey," he said, buzzing with nerves.

"You owe me a bottle of cold champagne," she said, her voice soft and soothing. Despite this, her words made a heavy feeling form in his gut. It was something they'd thought about years ago, but only if-

"Are you moving?"

She shrugged, "Just a little credit check and I'm on that downtown train."

He tried to shake off the sad feeling, "Well, your coffee's on the house."

"Okay," she said with a smile, before turning to leave.

"Peter, ask her out."

"No way," Miles said.

But Michelle turned around, "I'll see you later… so…"

And with that, she left.

"Oh, smooth operator, oh damn, there she goes," Ned teased, before taking a look at Peter’s still kinda sad face, "Hey, dude. Take five, get some fresh air, a walk outside. You look exhausted, lost…"

"I kinda feel that way," he joked, but was it a joke?

Ned looked at him with sympathy, "Hey, the whole neighbourhood is struggling, and times are tight, and you're stuck to this corner like a streetlight…"

Ned looked at his watch, and rushed out of the shop, saying he was gonna be late and bidding adieu to the two guys, but Peter could say it back, his friends words bouncing around in his head.

Yeah, I'm a streetlight, choking on the heat. The world spins around while I'm frozen to my seat. The people that I know all keep on rolling down the street, and everyday is different so I'm switching up the beat.

Cause my parents came with nothing, they got a little more, and sure, we're poor, but yo, at least we got the store. It's all about the legacy they left with me, it's destiny, and-

One day, I'll be on the beach with Miles writing checks to me.

That's what he wants to do. His parents died, along with his aunt and uncle, leaving him in the care of Abuela. He longs to go to a beach, and reconnect with his roots. A better life, one where he isn't stuck serving coffee's.

It gets more expensive every day, in their little corner of the world. 

Turn up the stage lights, we're taking a flight to a couple of days of what it's like-

In Washington Heights.

#peter and tony #peter parker fics #tony stark #no powers au #in the heights #coffee shop au

[claramurphyqueenoffandoms]

Well, I had a weird dream last night. At least, I think it was all a dream. Parts of it might have been me imagining it while I was half-asleep, I don’t know.

So, it starts out, Milo is in a coma. He was on an adventure with Cavendish and Dakota, but Murphy’s Law happened. Some alien generator or a portal exploded or something, and he got hurt, like way worse than usual. Now he won’t wake up. The doctors called Milo’s family, and Cavendish and Dakota are there waiting for them. They feel just awful because they let him get hurt (though it wasn’t actually their fault) and Cavendish takes out this pocketwatch. I think he was gonna give it to Milo as a birthday present, but now he can’t. But he gives it to Dakota, who loops it around and puts it on Milo like a necklace. I could see them saying something like ‘please, kid, come back.’

 But this whole time Milo’s asleep or in a coma, he’s aware of what’s going on except he can’t hear them. I couldn’t hear them either (but the dreamers get special privileges like knowing what’s being said without hearing it, I guess). All he can hear are these weird ethereal singing voices that keep glitching in and out. Suddenly, the whole world kind of glitches, and he wakes up, and he and his hospital bed are in this weird room with these four other people.

 …Okay, this might be a good time to tell you, this dream was basically VoicePlay’s “Queen in 5 Minutes,” but with all Disney XD characters. (I think it was because I’d been watching the video on loop basically all afternoon, including right before I went to bed. Because that video is seriously awesome.)

 So these four other DXD characters are the gods of Death in this multiverse.

-         Varian was Layne/Guardian, and he was wearing this grey furry vest and carrying a sword. But as soon as I saw him, I thought, he’s got Cass’s sword and Quirin’s vest. So that was super cool.

-         Stan Pines was Eli/Yama Nirvana, and his 8-ball cane was gold.

-         Scrooge McDuck was Geoff/Baron, and he was wearing his normal clothes, except the collar was red and the rest was black.

-         Wander was J. None/Anubis. He was wearing this jacket with the star from his hat all over it.

Also, they all had the face paint on them. It was probably not very much like the video, it was kind of vague, but they did all have some kind of face paint designs.

 Okay, so they’re the gods of death in the DXD multiverse. All of them died at one point or another (and most of their shows died too), so they were given the choice to either pass on or become gods of death. Scrooge was a little different, because his show wasn’t dead, but I think what it was was kind of like the Doctor, but also kind of like that Greek myth about Persophone, where every time something happens that kills him, he goes and has to do a shift as a god of death, then comes back. I just kinda knew that was the case, though, I don’t think they said it. I kinda want to figure out how on earth he got into a situation like that. (Now that I think about it, though, that’d probably be why there are so many hiatuses.) But the whole point is, when Milo went into his coma, they saw he was gonna die, and so they shifted reality to bring him into this special inbetween room. If he gives in here, he gets to be a god of death with them (basically forever).

So they all got introduced to Milo, by their names appearing beside their heads like in the video. Which Milo could apparently read. And after they’re all introduced, Wander just dances over to Milo and yanks his heart out, singing cheerfully. Man, he don’t care. He takes the scales out of his hat to weigh it. Once he’s done, he puts it all back in his hat, and throws that off to the side. Then Milo falls out of his bed, and in this he knows they’re all from cartoons and stuff, and he’s like, I think my writers are forgetting about me, so that’s why I’ve been so weak ever since I got back (from Octalia I guess?) So he’s actually getting scared, because he doesn’t have his backpack, he’s not being backed by his writers, and he’s not strong enough to fight back on his own, and he’s all alone. His friends won’t find him here.

 And he was imagining them wandering through this weird mystical dimension hospital—Zack, Melissa, Cavendish, and Dakota—sneaking around, trying to find him without getting caught. They kept avoiding the other people in the hospital. I’m not sure what qualified as a patient and what qualified as a doctor or nurse or something, but they had to avoid them both. They kept almost running into Bill Cipher as a human, which was something they had to avoid or something very bad would happen to them. They met Baby Cavenpus, I think. And Richard Maxwell. Which didn’t quite make sense, because he’s not from a DXD show? But whatever. They also kept seeing these five shadowy figures down at the end of hallways, and I kept thinking they were like the ghosts of VoicePlay or something. But the MML group met some of the patients in the hospital, which were… let me think, I seem to remember Ford, and Quirin, and… dang it, what was the purple horse’s name? … yeah, I don’t remember. Maybe it’ll come to me later. But anyway, they were all patients, and trying to escape, and find their friends/family (I guess not knowing they were now gods of death). So they teamed up with the MML gang to find their friends. But they passed right by where Milo’s room was, because it didn’t have a door, or maybe it was invisible.

 Then it went back to Milo. He thought they were actually passing by his room, or thought he saw them, and he yelled for them, but they didn’t hear him. And he wonders why they couldn’t find him. Then Scrooge puts his cane under Milo’s chin like in the video and says this isn’t a plane of reality people can just find. Milo is actually scared now, too scared to move. Where did I go wrong, he wonders? Scrooge lifts his cane and makes him stand, and he tells him he’s done nothing wrong, it’s not about that. No, it’s not exactly fair, but neither is life. And he takes his cane back and starts singing the part from the song. The other three are just glaring at him the whole time, partly because he’s the only one who’s still technically alive. But he slams his cane into the floor and makes Milo fall back onto the bed, and he sings the part about bad mistakes, and “I-I-I-I’ve made a fe-e-ew.” He didn’t even sound like Geoff, he literally sounded like Scrooge McDuck singing. The others are rolling their eyes, like, yeah, a few. But he’s ignoring them, and says he’s had to deal with all that, but he came through in the end. And the others are singing the background parts about “He could go on and on and on…”

 He does this evil laugh (well, maybe not evil, but you know what I mean) and he looked like he was about to continue, but then Stan and Wander and Varian start singing “We Are the Champions” all together, and Scrooge just gives them a death glare like, you wicked warblers, ye stole mah part. But they’re totally ignoring him, except for Stan, who’s just flaunting it. And Milo’s here in the middle of it, watching this whole rivalry thing play out. Wander and Varian are ignoring all that, though, just singing at the top of their lungs, and Wander dancing around, and being so friendly to Varian and getting him to have fun and dance around with him, and they seriously looked like they were having a super fun time, those two. #cinnamonrolls  I think they’re trying to get Milo to dance and sing too, and he almost looked like he wanted to, but he held back. But while Wander and Varian are completely ignoring the rivalry of the other two, Stan sings right in Scrooge’s face, and Scrooge does the thing in Stan’s eye like “No time for losers,” and Stan starts to get mad.

 So then he starts yelling at Scrooge, and everyone else shuts up to watch. I’m not entirely sure how this whole part went, but it was a lot about the rivalry. I think it might have played twice in the dream. The first time he was getting mad specifically at Scrooge, because they were partners(-in-crime) and worked together to make money, but Scrooge went on and did his own thing, got rich and successful and all. Oh, wow, just like his brother. But yeah, he was mad about it, and he’s like, yeah, you happy about that? Then… you know, I think it did play twice. The second time, he was just talking about his life in general. And Stan’s like, you think you had it tough, Mister Zillionaire? Look at all the crap I had to put up with, and all the stuff I had to pull to fix that stupid portal, and save my stupid brother, and I still died trying to stop a stupid triangle, and you’re talking about troubles? I had to stand ALL the heat, how long can you do it? How long before you have to face the bullets and die like the rest of us? And guess what, you might still have some kind of life, that might be your little solo here, but death is OUR beat. This time, it’s our call. We get to decide what happens now. It was actually kind of a cool speech.

 And I think it kind of gets the others on his side about this, and they join in the argument. They all want to decide what happens to Milo now, so they’re going back and forth about it. I think Stan wants to decide for himself, Wander wants to take him somewhere else, Varian wants them to stick to the rules, and nobody is sure what Scrooge wants. Then they all just jump in at the same time to grab Milo, to pull him to whatever fate they decide, or to keep the others from taking him, because they all have different ideas of what his fate should be. And it’s like in the video, where they’re all surrounding him, and Stan’s cane and Varian’s (well, Cass’s) sword crossed over his chest.

 Of course, Milo is freaking out over this whole process. I mean, how would you like four gods of Death fighting over you with their weapons at your throat? He shuts his eyes tight and just screams PLEASE STOP, I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!! The others stop pulling at him, but just stay right where they are. I can’t handle this, he says, it’s just too much pressure. All of you trying to drag me away to my death. But then he starts singing “Pressure” from his show, instead of the song from this part in the video. Musical accompaniment from nowhere, of course, for literally the only time in the dream. And… wait, were there words? I think there were. I think he sang his own lyrics to it, but I have no idea what they were. Dang it, why can’t I ever remember the songs in my dreams??

 But the others are like, well fine, fair point, but we’re the gods of death here, whaddya WANT US to do? And he just replies by singing the part from the song “I want to break FREE-E-E-E!” and throws his hand in the air. And for some reason that knocks all of them back, and they’re all really confused. But Milo just looks at them and he’s like, you really don’t care what happens to me, you just care about yourself and this crazy rivalry. You don’t need me, and I don’t need any of this. Well if your so smart, what do you think you need, they ask? And he says, I don’t know what I need. All I know is I want to break free from all this. They shake their heads as they step closer. ‘Fraid you can’t do that. It’s not your choice. And the lights go dim, because time’s almost up. Milo realizes now: he’s about to die.

 I think here it went back to the MML gang and the patients. Because apparently they aren’t just in Milo’s imagination anymore, and they’re just randomly really there. The whole thing could’ve been Milo’s dream, but I kinda don’t think so. But they saw the lights in the hospital go dim, and somehow knew that meant Milo was going to die. Maybe the patients knew, like Ford or something. So they rushed to find him quick. But then they went around a corner and ran right into the human Bill Cipher. He looked a little like the tall red guy in Hazbin Hotel, except yellow and black, and, you know, BILL. (I haven’t watched the show, but I’ve seen a few clips in music videos) So they all ran away, and he kept chasing them through the halls of the hospital. Here it kinda turned into nightmare, because it seemed like we just couldn’t get away. (oh and in this part of the dream, I was seeing it through Cavendish’s eyes, not just watching it happen). At one point, I think the patients turned around to fight him, but he made the blue chains appear around their necks and pulled them back to him. Then he started chasing us again. When he was chasing us, they weren’t there, though. We couldn’t get away. It was like almost every time we turned a corner to get away from him, he was there where we were about to go, ready to spring. We kept running, but he finally cornered us. The patients were there again, floating chained in the air behind him and struggling to get free. I think it was only Ford and Quirin this time though? Not… SYLVIA! That was her name! Sylvia. But she wasn’t there at the time for whatever reason. But we were cornered, and I was just so upset (well, Cavendish was). Cavendish said he let Milo get hurt and he’s about to die, and now he’s led two more kids and his best friend right into Death’s hands. He says he’s sorry to them, and whispers it to Milo, like “I’m sorry, Milo.”

 Well, I don’t know if you’d say Milo felt that or what, but I think he did. In his last few moments, Milo looks down and finds the pocketwatch Cavendish and Dakota gave him, and he touches it and thinks about them. They’re like these crazy sci-fi uncles to him, but they’re really his friends. And then he remembers his family, and Zack and Melissa and his other friends, and he just really hopes they think of him after all this, because he misses them a lot. The moment he gives in, he’ll be losing all of them.

 I feel like there was a part of the dream that I remembered here that didn’t actually happen before, where Bill said that Cavendish and Dakota were supposed to die, and he’d let the other two go if they agreed to stay, because he’d been cheated out of getting Cavendish way too many times, so he wanted them both now. He couldn’t let Milo go, because he was in with the gods of Death, nobody can get him out of there. And I think Cavendish and Dakota just looked at each other and nodded, and Dakota told the other two to say bye to Milo for them, and Cavendish stepped up to shake Bill’s hand. Of course the thing about it is that I just kind of remembered this as happening, in the middle of the scene with Milo, but I hadn’t seen it happen. Dreams are weird.

 But I remembered that happening, and I thought, well, Milo is still losing them all. He’s losing C&D to death and losing all the others to life. He can never see any of them again until the moment they die. And this time, the others around him are just quiet. They all had to leave people behind when this happened, too, and they know this is the case for all of them. Most of them are also remembering the people they lost in life too (Scrooge lost Della, Stan lost Ford, Varian lost Quirin). So they know how this poor kid feels. But they’re like, they say it should be easy, but even though it isn’t, these are the rules. This is how you gotta play the game, and now it’s your turn. Just give in.

 And it was at that moment that I suddenly thought, wait, did you seriously just invite Milo freaking Murphy to play a freaking game?

 Well, I think Milo must have had the same thought, because he stands up on his bed and rips out all the cords and IVs hooked up to him. Then the lights suddenly undim and he looks around at them and he says, you know what, you can knock me right down with whatever you’ve got, but I’m always getting back up again! Then he points right at the camera (or whatever it is in a dream—I remember thinking he was talking to Dan and Swampy) and he sings, you think you can love me and leave me to die? Well, sorry, but you can’t! I’m getting out of here, and I’m getting back to my family and friends, because I’ve got something no game and none of you can beat!

 So then, Varian draws Cass’s sword, and he’s like, careful, I like you, but if you try anything crazy, I’m gonna have to use this. But then Milo looks down at his hand, and it starts supercharging with this red energy: Murphy’s Law. He then shoots it right at Varian, who vanishes in a puff of smoke. And here I was aware of two scenes going on at the same time, this one and the one with the others. When Milo shot Murphy’s Law at Varian and made him disappear, Quirin’s chain snapped. When Milo turns and does the same to Stan and Wander, the chains for Ford and Sylvia (who’s back now I guess) snap too. Bill is freaking out because he doesn’t understand what’s happening (and neither do the MML gang). But I think they can hear the song going on, and they know Milo’s doing something. And Milo does the exact line from the song, “I’ll face it with a grin, I’m never giving in, oh no,” while Scrooge is giving him this smile that says, go on lad, you’ve earnt it. He shoots Scrooge with Murphy’s Law, and he vanishes too. Bill gets knocked back on the ground when that happens, and the wall nearby turns into a door. So the MML gang run toward it, because it’s Milo’s door. Then Milo turns right toward the camera and sings “SHOW MUST GO ON!” before turning around and walking up to the curtains behind his bed. Behind him, the others come through the door. He opens the curtains…

 And wakes up in his bed. Cavendish and Dakota sit up straight in their chairs and gasp. They look at each other like, wait we’re still here? Was that real? But then Milo groans, and they see he’s there and he’s alive. And they both come over and hug him. Milo just says, thanks guys. Then Zack and Melissa rush in, and when they see Milo, they give each other the same kind of looks C&D just did. Then they run over and hug Milo too. It’s a very happy tearful reunion, and then it fades out into white, just like the video.

 And I mean, that’s not exactly the end of the dream, because then there was this kind of dream epilogue or something, where the four guys are just watching the happy ending from the white place that the ending faded into. They’re actually looking pretty pleased. I think they cheer when Milo’s family comes in a minute later. They start talking about how it was better he didn’t become one of them just yet, he’s still got his life to live. Stan looks over at Scrooge and is like, I bet you just set the whole thing up to prove it, huh? Prove the kid? And Scrooge replies, believe me, I wasn’t about to rouse your rivalry without a very good reason.

 But what about that dreamtime death demon, he asks? And Stan’s like, don’t you worry, I think there’s some people that’ll be more than ready to give him his. Cue Bill getting up surrounded by Ford, Quirin, and Sylvia. He laughs and says, you really think you’re gonna be able to stand up to me, with the power I have over you? Ford says not really, but they probably will, and thumbs behind him. And the ghosts of VoicePlay come up and they look mad, because Bill messed with their reality and put it together with all these others and made it all crazy like this, so they go beat him up.

 Stan and Scrooge laugh. But now they don’t have anything to do, because Milo was the last thing on their list. So Wander is just like, let’s have a dance party, and Varian’s like, yeah man, let’s do it, and highfives him. Or however many fingers they have. And they just start dancing, to… I don’t know what the song was. It might’ve just been made up. Or maybe it was part of the actual song? I don’t know. And I think there might’ve been more, like another dream, but I don’t really remember it. I think it was another one with VoicePlay.

 So yeah, that’s about it. I just spent the last three hours typing that up, as soon as I got up, so hopefully it’s good? It’s just so bizarre, but also kind of cool? And I haven’t had cool dreams like this in a while, so it was definitely welcome. I guess it’s kind of an indicator of what’s going on in my brain these days.

 (now I kinda wanna fic it)

#crazy dreams #disney xd #VoicePlay #milo murphy's law #gravity falls #ducktales #tangled: the series #wander over yonder #Adventures in odyssey #(slightly)

[enchanted-prose]

#10 Renegade Niece

i’m treating myself because I liked writing this and I wrote an impossibly long essay :,)

Word count: 5,294

Characters: Roden, Jaron, Ayvar (Original character), Jamie Todd (Original character), Merry (Original character), Nila

Notes: Edited and my goodness I just loved writing this. Also I forgot to put in lines for the last two submissions and I’m so sorry. There is one important vibe that I’m going to discuss; consider how it feels when your pet begins chewing something they’re no supposed to, and when you tell them to stop, they start chewing faster leaving you no choice but to run at them.

Sleep wasn’t something that Roden excelled at. He fell asleep whenever and wherever he did.

And it just so happened that this time, he’d fallen asleep with his head on his desk.

“Rise and shine!” Bellowed an all too familiar voice, successfully bringing a wave of sound into the once silent office.

Startled, Roden lurched backwards, his chair tipping dangerously backwards until it hit the floor, taking him with it. He shut his eyes. “Good morning Jaron.”

“There’s business to discuss, we can’t have you sleeping.”

“I know, Jaron, I know. Give me a moment, I already have a list of things I need to do.”

Although Jaron was standing at the opposite end of the room, Roden could sense his smug grin. Jaron cleared his throat. “I only wake you this early because I have to ask a favor.”

“And that is?” Roden asked, sincerely hoping it had nothing to do with waxing the hair off of his legs. Jaron had proposed that once, and every member of the king’s circle learned the importance of keeping Jaron occupied with trivial matters in addition to his political duties.

Late morning light glowed all around the room. Roden blinked several times as his head began to plant itself in the waking world. Jaron was dressed in his usual plain clothing, lucky him.

Roden wanted to scrub his teeth clean.

He hated it when he slept in his office.

“I, ah, told Mott to take it easy today because of the events from two nights ago. He has a few reports that need to be looked over and signed.”

“How many reports are there?”

It didn’t actually matter, Roden had every intention of doing them anyways

Jaron scoffed, “I don’t know the answer to that.”

“And when do they need to be finished?”

“Tonight, if possible.”

Roden groaned, and dragged himself to his feet, pulling a piece of paper from his forehead. “Alright, consider them done. But I won’t be able to spar today, Jaron, I have too many things to do.”

“It’s not a problem,” Jaron scratched the back of his head. He looked tired. “Feall is convinced that we have a vital playing piece in our custody, the girl who was captured the night he was attacked.”

The details from that night were still fresh in Roden’s mind.

He went over them as often as he could, always trying to find connections. The girl who’d been taken into custody, a member of the Faola, was somebody Roden had met before. She’d been in the Vaults one night when Roden was on patrol, and allegedly she was assisting another member of her gang in saving a trio of children from a horrific fate.

She’d told him her name: Ayvar.

Ayvar with scarlet hair who bent the rules to help other people.

It was hard to believe that somebody who would brave the Vaults would be driven to cut the head off of another human being.

There was something not quite right about the situation.

“I can see smoke coming out of your ears, are you thinking?”

“Shut up, Jaron.”

“Definitely thinking. Be careful, it’s dangerous.”

“Thank you for your concern,” Roden pinched the bridge of his nose for a split second. “Have you received any information about Queen Danika’s representatives?”

Hesitation visibly weighed on Jaron’s every move. He finally nodded. “They’ve been combing through nearby towns, and will be here tomorrow. I suspect that they will want to interview the girl who attacked Feall.”

“I told Amarinda she was allowed to visit Ayvar if she wanted, I think she’d have more progress than a group of investigators.”

“Good move, is it wrong to say I’m curious about the results?”

“So long as nobody is hurt in the process, I think it’s fine to want to know how it all ends,” Roden gestured to the door. “I’m going to check on her if you’d like to come with me.”

“Amarinda? I don’t think she’d like to be-”

“Ayvar, I meant. I’d be responsible if something happened to her.”

Jaron stepped out of Roden’s office, and combed his hand through his unruly hair. “You think she’s innocent?”

“I try to believe everyone isn’t as bad as everyone says until it can be proven true,” Roden shrugged. He rubbed his eyes.

The dungeons in the castle were odd, particularly because they provided a decent amount of space in each cell. Roden had seen all too many dungeons crafted out of caves and tunnels only big enough for a child. The scent of moldy food was a smell Roden would never come to appreciate. Jaron laughed at him when he stepped away from the mangy guard dog.

There was no telling what would happen if the mongrel bit him.

Roden tried not to think about how he’d die, but he certainly didn’t want his cause of death to be because of a nasty, dirty mutt.

Ayvar had been placed in the last cell. She’d braided her flaming hair around her head, likely to keep it out of the dirt. When Roden and Jaron approached, she sat straight up, her hands cradling her knees to her chest.

“Everything been alright?” Roden asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I suppose,” Ayvar frowned. “I’d rather not be here.”

“I’d rather that you didn’t attack my friends.” Jaron’s biting tone caused her to flinch.

“You don’t really think I was stupid enough to do that, right?”

“I’ve seen plenty of people doing stupid things.”

Roden nodded in agreement. Just the other day, he’d watched Merry shove herself into a barrel and roll off of a bridge into the Roving River. He’d also seen Jaron almost get away with sledding down the grand staircase in the throne room. However, Mott had been there to save the day.

But that unfortunately didn’t stop Jaron from trying to do it again.

Ayvar scowled, “It. Wasn’t. Me.”

“But you were there,” Roden pointed out.

“I was there because I didn’t think the plan would go through!”

“So you knew there was a plan. Who thought of it, if it wasn’t you?”

“I-,” Ayvar jumped to her feet, fire blazing in her eyes. “It’s probably a false name. Goes by all sorts of nicknames, we started calling her Patches. But the arbitrator is a woman, like me.”

“I hate false names,” Jaron mused.

“Ironic,” Roden noted.

"You have to believe me when I say that I wasn't responsible," Ayvar's voice was rising. "I don't care what anyone else says, it wasn't my fault!"

Her voice echoed through the dungeon, and received a bark of disapproval from the guard hound.

Jaron inhaled, "If what you say is true, then we'll release you, I can promise you that."

"It is true and I'll prove it. If Harlowe won't listen to me, then I'll go to Feall. He and I fought our patched enemy together."

"I do recall you saying your patched enemy was actually your friend, at one point," Roden noted. He was still getting used to having a surname to claim.

"That's not true anymore, otherwise I  wouldn't have been left in here."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want your pity."

"Then you won't get our company either," Jaron shot back as he walked away from Ayvar's cell.

Roden stared at Ayvar, but left before she could throw any words at him. She went back to sitting in the corner, and said nothing as footsteps rang through the quiet dungeon.

A courtier was waiting for them halfway down the steps, and promptly dragged Jaron away to attend a meeting with King Oberson. Roden seized his chance to return to his chambers and scrub his teeth and face.

He'd almost managed to shave when he heard the clatter of stones from the courtyard.

Through his window, Roden could see a group of pock marked boys, their sizes varying, but their intentions the same: Torment Ayvar by throwing insults and rocks into her cell.

Abandoning the razor, Roden left his chambers, tugged a doublet over his head, and prepared himself for shooing away a gaggle of bored brats.

Too much had happened during the past few weeks. The stone-throwing boys were added to Roden's long long list of things that annoyed him.

One of the boys stood out from the rest, Jamie Todd. He'd thrown the first stone. Roden recognized him. Jamie was among the boys who were desperately hoping to somehow gain a knighthood. Hoping to mean something more.

That wouldn't happen so long as he was throwing stones at a girl in a cell.

Was having a little bit of peace in the courtyard too much to ask?

A loud whoop erupted from the boys, one of the stones had probably found its mark. Jamie waved his arms above his head as he did an odd victory dance. They'd been clever enough to draft up a little song:

When Daftie Ayvie passed away,

Whadya think they done?

Chopped her up a fishin’ bait:

Copper for a ton!

Devils have the guards on patrol who let the stones be-

A newcomer had joined the group. A girl. A head shorter than half of the boys. Much shorter than Jamie Todd, who was almost the size of Mott.

Mangled hair, holes in her chemise's shoulders. Merry had come to pick a bone.

"Fe-fi-fo fum!" Merry jabbed her finger at Jamie. "I smell the stink of a big boy's bum!"

"Hey!" Jamie cried, all of his attention glued to Merry.

Roden should have seen it coming.

Merry jabbed her elbow into Jamie's stomach, and down, down, down he went. The other boys scrambled away as Merry grabbed Jamie by the ears.

"She's going to tear them clean off!"

"Get some help!"

"My ears! Don't! You'll rip them-!

"Can't help it! Your ears are wonderfully handy!" Merry taunted. "They're like mug handles!"

Roden dashed across the courtyard as Merry slammed Jamie's head into the ground, resulting in his howls echoing across the courtyard. She triumphantly demanded an apology for throwing stones at Ayvar, but none came.

"Somebody help me!" Jamie bellowed, moments before Merry cracked her head against his.

"See the lovely stars, Jamie!"

"She's kilt me!"

"You're going to wish you'd been kilt you mangy, slimy, son of a-!"

In Merry's hubris, she'd forgotten about pinning down Jamie's hands. He swung his fist into the side of her head. Although she wobbled, she didn't topple over.

"I see a bit of brains dribbling-!" Smack! "-out of your ear!"

"Get off of me! Help! She's kilt me!"

"Pity your mother didn't cook you longer," Merry snipped, prepping to bash Jamie's head into the cobblestones again.

Roden finally managed to wedge his arms between Merry and Jamie, while Lieutenant Alistair picked up Merry by the waist, and dragged her off of Jamie. Roden nodded his thanks as Merry cursed and kicked and Jaimie wept as he covered his ears. He was convinced that his brain was bleeding out from his nose.

"I'll take care of the kids," Roden noted, motioning to the large fountain in the middle of the courtyard.

"Yes sir!" Alistair boomed as he somehow managed to keep Merry from escaping to beat the other boys as well.

"Stand up," said Roden as he let go of Jaimie. He then instructed him to follow his finger as he moved it back and forth in front of Jamie's eyes.

He wasn't sure how rattled Jamie's  brains were.

"I'm kilt," he wailed. "I'm a member of the undead. I’ll never be a knight now!"

"Not quite, but I hope you've learned something."

"I learned that I hate girls!"

"You'll have a lonely life then, I suppose. Don't throw stones at people worse off than you Jamie, it's not what a knight would do."

Jamie wiped his nose, which had finally stopped bleeding. "I'm- I'm sorry we were- we were just bored."

"Don't apologize to me. You have my permission to be inspected by the castle physician. I'll have my lieutenant escort you."

If he hadn't just been smacked around, Roden was certain Jamie would've fallen to his knees with gratitude. Speaking to the captain of the guard and being around Sir Alistair Derforgall in one day? It was any aspiring soldier's dream.

Roden had been in those shoes once. Idolizing Carthya's heroes.

But you couldn't be a hero and throw stones at prisoners in cells.

Alistair had seated Merry on the edge of the fountain. She crossed her arms. “I’m too angry to give a genuine apology right now, but I do feel bad, so I’m sorry. Give me a few hours before I have to say it to Jamie. I don’t like giving empty apologies.”

“Weren’t you just telling me about being safe while throwing a punch?” Roden asked.

“That’s because I’d- gah, don’t remind me.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the Dragon’s Keep?”

“Ayvar is my friend, I came to check on her,” Merry shrugged. “Dawn gave me twenty minutes, but I’ve used up that time in, ah, not very smart ways. Did you forget to shave?”

Roden held completely still as Merry trailed both of her fingers across his stubbled face. “I was in a hurry.”

“I kind of like it.”

“Really?”

“I mean, I just like you, shaved or unshaved.”

“You’re a grisly sight. Best mop you up before you return,” he grinned. Roden then pointed to his left eyebrow, where a long, thin scar started just above his eyebrow and dipped down to the top of his cheekbone. “I’ve had a few head wounds myself.”

A smile tugged at Merry’s mouth, and she visibly tried to fight it with a frown. “I suppose we’ll match.”

“We’ll have to see.”

“There’s no point to life if I don’t have a scar that makes people wonder if I’m secretly a pirate.”

“Are you secretly a pirate?” Roden pulled a spare handkerchief from his doublet pocket, “I suppose it’s my turn to clean you up, would you prefer your own spit or fountain water?”

“I’d prefer your spit, actually.”

“I’m going to pretend like you didn’t say that.”

“Because it makes you uncomfortable?”

“Quite the contrary, I think there’s a better way to exchange spit than-,” Roden cleared his throat. “I take that back. It does make me uncomfortable.”

It seemed that Merry was uncomfortable too. Her face had gone redder than the blood dripping from the cut on her forehead. “I’ll take water. It’s, ah, really warm.”

She was right, the summer morning sun was beating down on the two of them. Roden cupped the unbloodied side of her face as gingerly as he could. He wet the cloth, knelt on the ground in front of her, and forced himself not to grin as he began wiping the blood off of her forehead.

The frown faltered.

“So,” Merry said.

It wasn’t exactly a question, it was more of an invitation. There was no obligation for Roden to say anything if he wanted to. He was allowed to speak about anything that he chose to do. He could talk about the situation with Ayvar. He could talk about how his niece, Nila, wanted to have a picnic for her tenth birthday and that he didn’t know what to get her. He could talk about how he’d begun to see his childhood friend’s death in his dreams.

How he feared that there was something hiding in plain sight.

Something awful.

She was giving him a choice.

And that made him want to tell her everything.

“I have extra reports I need to file tonight,” Roden said as he wet a new portion of his handkerchief. “But I’ve spent too much time in my office. Makes me lonely.”

“Don’t your friends pay attention to you?” Merry arched her unbloodied eyebrow.

He shrugged, “From time to time. They don’t tell me colorful stories about fish hitting my face.”

That made her smile.

“By the way, I never thanked you for the coin you gave me. Where’s it from? I don’t recognize the design.”

“It’s from my home, but it’s not accepted here. Figured I’d give you a trinket. Have you considered getting a pet mountain cat to keep you company?”

“Unfortunately, the royal mountain cat keeper is fresh out of them.”

Merry’s eyes drifted shut, and Roden did his best not to think of the way her body relaxed as he continued supporting her. “Why not come to the Dragon’s Keep? It’s the slowest day of the week, I can help you. I can even promise extra lemon cream tarts.”

“Would I have to share?”

“With me, of course.”

“Promises you’ll make sure it’s a fair share?”

Merry pressed a bruised hand to her heart, “I never lie, Captain Harlowe.”

He hoped she didn’t see his ears beginning to burn. Roden managed to clear away the drying blood on Merry’s face, and ordered the nearest page to get strips of gauze. “I, ah, I’m going to make sure the wound doesn’t bleed through. Is that alright?”

“I only ask that you make me look as much like a plague victim as possible,” Merry was fiddling with her hands.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

To his surprise, when Roden drew away from Merry’s face, she pressed his hand back into place. “No wait, I’m hoping I can siphon away your extreme battle abilities.”

“Not quite sure how true that is.”

“I told you before, I don’t lie.”

“Not quite sure how true that is either.”

Once again, her face flushed bright red. Merry shoved his hand away, “Thanks, ah, uh, thanks for helping me.”

“It’s only fair.” Roden scratched the back of his neck.The page returned with a small roll of gauze. Roden began setting strips of it on the horizontal gash on Merry’s forehead. “You should probably come up with a story about why you look like a plague victim.”

“I’m thinking that I had three eyes at one point, but I tragically lost my third eye while hunting for a golden potato.”

“Not quite what I was expecting, but I’ll take it. Is there more to it?”

“Do you like hearing me talk, Captain?”

“I’ve told you it’s alright to call me by my name,” Roden said, deftly avoiding her question.

She patted the side of his face, “Captain, my friend, at one point I had a third eye, and it helped me see into the ground. I could find all sorts of buried treasure, making me the most valued person in the Eranbole sea. . .”

Words of third eyes and buried treasure fell short on Roden’s ears. As Merry continued weaving her grand story about pirates and sea monsters, his gaze fell on a curious mark on her bare shoulder.

A jagged scar.

As he finished setting the last piece of gauze on Merry’s cut, he found himself brushing his thumb over the scar, wondering where it came from.

Scars carried stories, whether good or bad.

What had Merry done to get a scar on her shoulder? There were others near it, many of them were hiding underneath her printed chemise. Marks of the past. All pale and pink against her skin.

Merry went completely silent, and Roden flinched once he realized what he’d done.

Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look.

Devils have him. Roden looked right at Merry’s crimson face, stared right at those mausoleum grey eyes.

Don’t be the first to look away, don’t be the first to look away-

Suddenly the cobblestones became very interesting.

“I, ah, I’m-,” she stuttered, both of her hands going to tug on her earlobes.

Roden all but jumped to his feet, “I have to go now.”

“I don’t think so, I’m not quite finished with our conversation.”

Roden rubbed the back of his neck, desperate to be away from his mistake.

But he couldn’t bring himself to walk away.

“Treat me like a princess, Roden, please,” Merry said, bouncing back from the awkward moment. She held out her hand, palm down, expectant.

A series of scars were visible on her third and fourth fingers, just below the nails. Roden forced himself not to look too long, and took Merry by the hand, “My apologies, lady.”

In a grand motion, Merry waved her hand across the open air, “No apologies are needed sir knight. You’ll find I am quite spotted all over, and not from freckles.”

“I’m really sorry if-,” He began, but Merry was one step ahead of him.

“No, no, don’t be sorry, it’s really alright. I got that scar as a child. My favorite method of travel was jumping rock to rock, and I missed my target once.”

“I’m sure all toads everywhere envied your skill.”

“Oh they did, trust me, they did. I’d ah, I’d tell you more . . But you’ll have to forgive me for leaving so soon, Dawn’s going to have my head if I’m late.”

He didn’t want to admit that he didn’t like watching her leave. 

----------------------------------------------

Nila sat on his desk, swinging her legs. Her long golden hair had been pinned on her head, and yet despite the obvious effort that had been put into it, several strands had managed to escape. Dirt stains pooled at her elbows.

She was doing a wondrous job holding a stack of papers for Roden.

“I found a cool feather today, but I dropped it in the river,” Nila mused, a slight frown appearing on her rosy face. “It had stripes.”

“A striped feather, you say?” Roden made a face.

“Black and white, I thought it would look cool as a mast for a stick ship, but I got so excited about it, I dropped it.”

“Then I’ll have to help you find another one.”

Nila tapped her boot heel against the desk, “I’m free on every second day of the week, but only in the afternoons. I can fit you into my schedule.”

“You have a schedule now, do you?” He caught himself chuckling. “I would gladly take any available time that I can.”

Everywhere, there were reports hiding. Roden managed to gather all of Mott’s reports, but unfortunately, had managed to lose track of half of his own. He pawed through every drawer he could, every shelf and cabinet.

If it weren’t for Nila keeping track of what had been found and what hadn’t, he would’ve wasted much more time.

How could he let himself get so disorganized?

Roden ran his hands through his hair, “I think that’s all we’re going to find.”

“I can take a turn looking,” Nila offered. She grinned, a pair of dimples making their appearance. “You’ve obviously got something else on your mind.”

“I don’t- I, ah, everything’s under control.”

Although everything didn’t really feel like it was under control. Roden once again ran his hands through his hair, thinking of anything he might’ve missed. Several hours had passed since he’d last seen Merry. It wouldn’t be long before sunset.

“Are you meeting somebody?” Asked Nila, her boot beating out a new rhythm. “Are you going on patrol again?”

“No, no,” Roden said, walking from his desk to the door. “I mean, yes, I’m going to be with a friend of mine. No patrolling for me though, that’s tomorrow night.”

“That’s interesting. Much more interesting than my evening, anyway.”

“I thought you had a busy schedule, sounds pretty exciting to me.”

“Being busy doesn’t mean I’m having fun. Where are you going?”

“Sounds like you’re planning on trying to come with me. . .”

Nila frowned as deeply as she could. “I’m just asking!”

As he paced back and forth, Roden smiled. He was walking to the beat of Nila’s boot hitting the desk. That drew a grin out of her once he mentioned it to her.

He loved being with Nila. She was charming and bursting with life, and made his day a little bit brighter. In time, he saw her as more of a little sister than a niece.

There were many things Roden would always regret.

Things like never knowing his dead brother; Nila’s father.

Too many opportunities had been lost, and Roden was determined not to lose any more precious moments. He’d been cheated out of years and years of memories.

It was time to make new ones.

But he wasn’t sure if taking a ten year old girl to a tavern was one of them.

“Please, please, please, please, please take me with you,” Nila begged. “I don’t want to have to take tea with Lady Orlaine’s whatever they are.”

“Lady Orlaine’s wards?” Roden offered.

“Yes! Them! They’re mean to me, dreadfully boring too. I call them the Greys. Because they make everything grey around them, get it?”

Roden took the numerous papers from Nila and shoved them into a satchel. He’d have to depend on Merry for ink, he didn’t trust himself not to spill any as he walked across Drylliad.

He wouldn’t be able to know if the Dragon’s Keep was truly empty until he got there, and he’d rather not risk taking Nila to a place not quite appropriate for a child.

She took the rejection well, however, Roden wished he’d been able to bring her with him.

The regret was even worse the moment Roden stepped into the Dragon's Keep, only to find that it was as empty as Merry claimed it was.

Aside from the old man strumming a lute in the corner, the only sound was a ghost of a conversation from the back.

Dawn was behind the counter, her grey streaked hair piled into a bun on top of her head.

Another barmaid was sitting in the corner beside a young man. No sign of Merry.

"Captain! It's nice to see you!" Dawn called, waving her cloth in greeting.

"It's nice to be here," Roden countered with a smile.

She turned around, and retrieved a large tankard, "Are you looking for a drink?"

"Oh! No, no, I'm looking for a person, actually. It's Merry, actually, she wanted to talk."

"I'm sure she did, I'm sure she did. Merry! It's rude to keep a guest waiting!"

The conversation grew louder, louder, louder, until finally, Merry came strutting out. She’d changed her chemise, this one was green and hid her scarred shoulder. A patterned scarf rested neatly over her hair and behind her ears.

She pointed at the mass of gauze on her head, “Still in one piece!”

“I’m not surprised, you can hold your own,” Roden grinned. Now comfortable, he set his paper filled satchel on the wooden countertop, and perched on a tall stool.

“You should see her fight a door, it’s quite frightening,” teased Dawn.

“They are the bane of my existence.” Merry stared hard at the front door, and shook her fist at it before bursting into a series of snickers.

“A truly noble quest.”

Merry snatched a used tankard, and began scrubbing at the insides. Her smile faltered, “How’s Jamie Todd?”

“He’s alright, just a little concerned that he was caught throwing stones at a person.”

“Good, that’s good. You sure he’s fine?”

“Saw him myself a few hours ago,” Roden said. He retrieved a few reports, and set them on the counter. “Do you have-?”

“Ink? Right here,” Merry reached below the counter. “And we have a variety of writing tools to choose from too.”

“Don’t use the quill!” Dawn ordered from the other end of the bar. The door opened and closed. “Take care of that guest!”

The glass Merry had been scrubbing at clinked against the counter. Her brows screwed together, “I’ll take care of it.”

“What are you-,” Roden began, but Merry snapped her fingers near his face. He brushed her hands away, “I know, I know, I need to get my work done.”

“I’ll check back in on you in a moment, have that other guest to see,” Merry leaned over the bar, and smoothed her hand over Roden’s head.

He glared at the first report waiting to be finished. Check the details. Signature here, signature there. Next report. Check the details. Signature here, signature there, and so on and so forth. He caught a few snippets from Merry’s conversation with the new guest.

Something about lemon cream tarts.

Saints, he really wanted one of-

No! He had to do a report first!

Report first, tart later!

Merry set a hand on his shoulder, “Your handwriting.”

“I know, I know, it’s messy,” Roden shrugged.

“I was going to say that I like it, sir knight.”

Oh.

She disappeared behind the bar, reappearing moments later with a lemon cream tart in each hand. Roden received his first, much to his delight, and technically, he did manage to finish two reports.

He deserved a tart.

“-I completely understand! Court life is horrifically boring,” Merry said, her voice barely audible above the lute strings.

“I’m glad somebody gets it!” Chirped the guest, their voice oddly familiar.

But not familiar enough to draw his attention away from his blasted reports.

The lemon cream tart made it easier to bear.

Snippets of the conversation still drifted into Roden’s atmosphere. Merry laughed, “And is there anything else I can get you?”

“No thank you, but I do appreciate that you asked me,” came the reply.

And then Merry’s hand was back on his shoulder, asking him if there was anything she could do to help. Unless she was good at forgery, there wasn’t much she could do.

Roden scribbled through report after report, firmly aware that Merry was watching his every move.

He managed to finish the tart just as he finished his first pile of reports.

“And onto the next one,” Roden mumbled.

“Ah, ah, ah, take a tiny break, Captain,” Merry chided. She set her hands on Roden’s, “One stack is worth a victory celebration.”

“Do I get another tart?”

“Possibly, unless you’d prefer a pie.”

Pies were good, when baked properly.

Merry’s hands were cool on his palms.

Cool on his battle torn hands.

They fit too well in his own. A little too nicely. It was impossible to timidly turn his palms up, impossible not to hold Merry’s rough fingers.

He supposed he preferred that to a tart.

And a pie.

“Why are you holding hands with him?” Asked the other guest from right behind Roden.

He jumped, his eyes flying to the voice’s owner.

Only to find Nila with a little bit of lemon cream still on her top lip.

“Oh, uh, because-,” Merry stuttered, however, Roden had a better prepared retort.

“What are you doing here?”

Nila shrugged, “I was bored, so I followed you.”

“And you saw her come in, but didn’t tell me?” Roden asked, turning his attention to Merry.

She made a face, and clasped her hands behind her back. “I only did what I was told.”

“I wanted to surprise you, mostly so I could prove that it’s perfectly acceptable for me to go with you to things,” Nila pointed out. She clambered onto the stool beside Roden. “And I’m very helpful. I can read through your reports. All you’d have to do is sign.”

“Doesn’t mean you’d understand what’s going on,” noted Roden.

“That’s not important, all that matters is that everything is spelled correctly.”

Merry nodded, “She does have a point.”

A smile spread across his face, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t be rid of it, but he did manage to contain it to a slight smirk.

He handed a stack of papers to Nila.

Every so often, Roden glanced up to make sure Merry was still near, and watched as she cleaned tankard after tankard.

She beamed at him each time she caught him looking.

And all he could think about was the way her cool hands felt when they rested on his own.

#roden #ocs #prince jaron #fic friday #fic Friday except its a thursday #this #was literally #too fun #shamelessly fluffy #also nila is absolutely the best #I love her #shes a chaotic blonde child #wait #nila = cosette from les mis confirmed #the ascendance series #the ascendance trilogy #the false prince

[crackimagines]

The New Professor (FE: Three Houses Short Fic)

Konosuba / School-Live! AU

CONTAINS School-Live! (Gakkou Gurashi) anime spoilers!

A new visitor arrives to Garreg Mach, causing a commotion among the population.

Byleth, Kazuma, and Aqua are sent to investigate who the new visitor is.

----

(Byleth) sigh

(Aqua) “Come on, tell me I’m right!”

(Kazuma) “Okay, you’re goddamn stupid.”

(Aqua) “Shut up, NEET!”

(Kazuma) “Stop calling me a NEET you bitch!”

(Sothis) “Ugh, what are they complaining about now?”

(Byleth) “Apparently something about the amiibo gazebo being part of a greater power than you or anything here...”

(Sothis) “And that’s why they’re throwing profanity around?”

(Aqua) “Listen, this is a serious discussion!”

(Kazuma) “One that you’re completely wrong about!”

Byleth shook his head. He was starting to regret asking them to lunch. 

Before he could continue eating, Alois ran up to his table.

(Alois) “Ah, there you are Byleth!”

(Byleth) “Alois, what’s wrong?”

(Alois) “We just found a woman unconscious near the classrooms!”

(Byleth) “What?!”

(Kazuma) “Wait, why are you telling him this, isn’t this stuff left to the knights?”

(Alois) “Well the thing is, we don’t know where she came from, or who she is. I daresay she’s not even from Fodlan!”

(Aqua) “Wait, like as in completely foreign country or?”

(Alois) “As in, completely otherwordly! Actually, her clothing reminds me a bit of yours, Kazuma!”

Kazuma’s eyes widened and turned to Aqua.

(Kazuma) “Hold up a sec, you think she could be...?”

(Aqua) “Only one way to find out! Byleth, we’re coming with you!”

Byleth nodded and the three of them followed Alois to the classrooms. 

...

...

----

SLAM!

Megumi shut the door behind her as hard as she could, making sure it couldn’t be open from the other side.

(???) “Let me go!”

(??? 2) Yuki-chan, stop it!”

(???) “Megu-nee’s still outside! We have to hurry!”

(??? 3) “It’s too late!”

(??? 2) “WAIT!”

(???) “Megu-nee! MEGU-NEEEEE!”

...

...

(??? 1) “Shit, she looks beat up bad!”

(??? 2) “There’s blood everywhere, what happened to her?!”

(??? 3) “You guys didn’t try to get a healer first?”

(??? 4) “We tried! There’s something in her arm that’s spreading and we can’t stop it!”

(??? 1) “Aqua!”

(??? 2) “On it! Oh no...From what I’m seeing in her injuries, it’s like some zombie infection!”

(??? 3) “Wait, what’s a zombie?”

(??? 1) “God damn, what the hell?! Tch, nevermind, questions later! We gotta use Turn Undead!”

(??? 2) “Wait, that’s going to hurt her!”

(??? 1) “Aqua, it doesn’t look like she’s fully infected yet, so maybe it can stop it before it spreads! We gotta do SOMETHING!”

(??? 1) “Damn, TURN UNDEAD!”

Megumi could only hear the voices faintly, but it started to grow louder as she felt a sharp pain in her arm that quickly went away.

(??? 2) “Alright, she’s stabilizing.”

Megumi opened her eyes slowly, the light blinding her from the windows.

(Megumi) “H-Huh...?”

(Kazuma) “H-Hey, she’s waking up!”

She looked up and saw three people she’s never seen before, wearing what seemed to be medieval European clothing.

(Byleth) “I see you’re awake now.”

(Aqua) “Hey there!”

(Kazuma) “Better places to pass out than on the ground, ya know!”

(Megumi) “Where...am I?”

...

(Byleth) “Yes, we know Sothis. We’ll try to explain it in basic terms.”

(Megumi) ?

(Kazuma) “Well...put simply, you’re in a school.”

The word school echoed through her mind. Megumi’s heartbeat suddenly spiked as she almost jumped to her feet, looking behind her frantically.

(Megumi) “YUKI-CHAN!”

When she spun around, she only saw Alois and a few of the Monastery’s classrooms.

(Alois) “T-Take it easy ma’am! We know you’re confused but!”

Megumi’s breathing was out of control, her head jerking back and forth trying to find anything familiar. 

But to no avail.

(Megumi) “YUKI! KURUMI! RII-SAN! ANYONE?!”

(Byleth) “Miss, please, calm down!”

Kazuma grabbed the shoulders of the woman and kept her still.

(Kazuma) “Take a deep breath, alright?!”

Megumi eventually stopped shaking as she took in more of her surroundings. It was clear she wasn’t at the school anymore but...

With a deep exhale, she finally calmed down.

(Megumi) “I-I’m sorry...I-I don’t know where I am.”

(Byleth) “What’s your name?”

(Megumi) “My name...My name is Megumi Sakura. I’m a teacher at Megurigaoka Private High School.”

(Aqua) “That sounds a lot like...”

(Kazuma) “Japanese.”

(Aqua) “This is a weird question to ask but...Are you from Japan?”

(Megumi) “Yes, I am?”

Kazuma took a little comfort in that. He now wasn’t the only person thrown to this world from Earth.

(Kazuma) “Well...how do I put this? You’re not in Japan anymore, you’re pretty much in the same boat I am. We’re in a country called Fodlan.”

(Megumi) “Where is that?”

(Kazuma) “It doesn’t exist back on our world, Miss Sakura. We’re basically in a Fantasy Europe with straight up magic, dragons, all that crazy bullshit.”

(Megumi) “But...what happened to our world? My students?”

(Kazuma) “Um...I’m not sure. I didn’t come from YOUR world, per se. My world was in peace while yours seemed to be...uh...”

(Megumi) “I see...”

Megumi’s heart sank. She just happened to be unlucky enough to be in a world where crisis struck them instead of having a normal life like Kazuma.

(Aqua) “I’m sure you must have a million questions, but you need some rest! Here, follow me and I’ll try to answer anything you might ask on the way.”

(Megumi) “B-But...”

Sighing, Megumi followed Aqua to her room.

(Alois) “From another world? First you and your friends Kazuma, now her! What a crazy time to live in! Poor thing must be so confused if she’s shouting for her students like that...”

Kazuma couldn’t help but shiver at that. He couldn’t imagine coming to a brand new world completely alone. He was lucky to have others with him here. At the very least, he had some semblance of a fantasy world, Megumi must be feeling as if she were on another planet.

Which in some sense, she was.

(Kazuma) “Hey uh...she said she was a teacher, right?”

(Byleth) “Yeah, of some private school.”

(Kazuma) “Do...Do you think she could teach alongside you, professor?”

(Byleth) “What?”

(Kazuma) “Well, if the church throws her ass to the curb, she’s going to be completely lost! She doesn’t understand a world like yours in the slightest.”

Byleth looked at Megumi and nodded.

(Byleth) “I’ll talk to Rhea about it.”

...

After a few days of getting settled in and recovering, Megumi began to explore the Monastery with Kazuma and his gang.

(Aqua) “The Monastery is more of a military academy than a normal school.”

(Kazuma) “Yeah, Garreg Mach Monastery, or The Officer’s Academy, is the full name of this place.”

(Darkness) “Many people are aspiring to be a knight here. That is my goal. Well, being stuck here anyway.”

(Megumin) “My goal is to make a name for the Crimson Demon, and no matter the world we’re thrown into, that shall always be my top priority!”

(Megumi) “I had no idea other people could be thrown into worlds so casually...A-And what about God and?”

(Aqua) “Well you see I’m-”

Kazuma elbowed Aqua, shaking his head.

(Kazuma) “The poor woman’s going to be more confused, alright?! Just keep that to yourself for now!”

(Aqua) “Jerk!”

(Megumi) “Oh by the way, where is that blue haired man?”

(Kazuma) “Oh, professor Byleth? I’m not sure, honestly. I asked him to talk to the head honcho here of letting you teach here.”

(Megumi) “Huh?! B-But, I don’t know how to fight!”

(Aqua) “That’s fine! There’s still stuff like math here!”

(Darkness) “It’s just something to help you fit in. We don’t want you getting thrown out while you have no idea what’s happening.”

(Megumin) “Besides, I’m sure you’ll love the students here!”

(Claude’s Voice) “Well, probably just me.”

Claude, Dimitri, and Edelgard walked up to the group and noticed Megumi.

(Dimitri) “Ah, so you’re that new teacher that has been causing quite a stir! I am Dimitri, House leader of the Blue Lions.”

(Edelgard) “My name is Edelgard, and I am the House Leader of the Black Eagles.”

(Claude) “Claude, Golden Deer. Nice to meet ya!”

(Megumi) “T-Thank you! My name is Megumi Sakura...I-I’m sorry, did you say new teacher?”

(Edelgard) “Why yes. We’ve been informed that Byleth has an assistant who will be helping teach the three houses.”

(Megumi) “HUH?! W-WHY DID NO ONE ASK ME FIRST?!”

(Dimitri) “Hah, are you getting cold feet Professor Sakura?”

(Megumi) “...Professor Sakura...”

She smiled a little, blushing at the name.

(Megumi) “Well, at least someone’s finally referring to me as my proper teacher name.”

(Edelgard) “What did people usually refer to you as?”

(Megumi) “Megu-nee.”

(Aqua) “Aw, that’s actually kinda cute!”

(Megumi) “It’s not befitting of a teacher!”

(Claude) “Megu-nee..Hah, I like that sound of that a bit better honestly!”

(Edelgard) “Megun-nee. It does have a nice ring to it.”

(Dimitri) “Well, Megu-nee, we’ll be seeing you soon! We just wanted to say hello.”

(Claude) “Be seein’ ya around!”

(Megumi) “D-DON’T CALL ME MEGU-NEE! IT’S...ah...”

Everyone else laughed at her embarassment, but Kazuma put a hand on her shoulder.

(Kazuma) “You’ll fit right in, Megu-nee! Those three will put in a good word for ya! Byleth will be too, no doubt!”

Everyone gave her an encouraging smile.

(Darkness) “Please, if you need us for anything do not hesitate to ask for help.”

(Megumi) “...”

A part of her was going to miss her students so dearly. Yuki, Kurumi, and Yuuri would be alone without her, missing her and thinking that she was dead. She wanted to tell them that she was alive and well thanks to the help of everyone here so far but...

Megumi knew that was going to be a long time before that happened.

With the help of everyone here, she knew the road was going to be a lot less lonely than she thought. 

(Megumi) “I never could’ve anticipated that this was where my life was going to go once I thought I was dead but...I won’t waste this second chance you’ve given me, so for that I will do my best to repay it and continue teaching!”

(Byleth) “We’re happy to hear it.”

Byleth smiled at her as he walked over, extending his hand.

(Byleth) “Welcome to the family, Megumi.”

She hesitated before giving her hand, but she took Byleth’s hand and shook it firmly.

(Byleth) “Come on, the rest of the staff wants to meet you.”

(Megumi) “R-Right!”

(Kazuma) “Good luck, Megu-nee!”

She spun around quickly and pouted.

“Kazuma, don’t call me Megu-nee! It’s Professor Sakura!”

Unfortunately for her, no one would heed her wishes to be called that.

Everyone greeted their new professor, Megu-nee.

---

[Indirect Sequel: Megumi Sakura as a Professor AU]

#shitpost #gakkou gurashi #konosuba #fire emblem three houses imagines #fire emblem three houses headcanons #fe3h #fe16 #school-live! #megumi sakura #satou kazuma #aqua #dustiness ford lalatina #darkness #megumin #byleth #sothis #alois rangeld #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #Claude von Riegan #Edelgard von Hresvelg #golden deer #black eagles #blue lions

[ameryth74]

Louis **** Title Generator Tool

** **** it 

LOL.... go!

Two letter words:

There are 107 acceptable 2-letter words listed in the Official Scrabble Players Dictionary, 6th Edition and the Official Tournament and Club Word List:

AA, AB, AD, AE, AG, AH, AI, AL, AM, AN, AR, AS, AT, AW, AX, AY, BA, BE, BI, BO, BY, DA, DE, DO, ED, EF, EH, EL, EM, EN, ER, ES, ET, EW, EX, FA, FE, GI, GO, HA, HE, HI, HO, ID, IF, IN, IS, IT, JO, JU, JY, JZ, KA, KI, KO, LA, LI, LO, MA, ME, MI, MM, MO, MU, MY, NA, NE, NO, NU, OD, OE, OF, OH, OI, OK, OM, ON, OP, OR, OS, OW, OX, PA, PE, PI, PO, QI, RE, SH, SI, SO, TA, TE, TI, TO, UH, UM, UN, UP, US, UT, WE, WO, XI, XU, YA, YE, YO, ZA

Two letter contractions: I’m, I’d

Four letter verbs:

abet, abut, abye/aby, ache, alit, ally, ante, arch, aver, avow (10).

baby,  bach, back, bade, baff, bail, bait, bake, bald, bale, balk, ball, band, bang, bank, bant, barb, bard, bare, barf, bark, base, bash, bask, bate, bath, bauk, bawl, bead, beam, bean, bear,    beat, beck, bede, beef, been, beep, bell, belt, bend, bent, bere, best, bias, bide(archaic usage), biff, bike, bilk, bill, bind, bird, birl, birr, bite, bitt, blab, blat, blaw, bled, blet, blew, blip, blob, blot, blow, blub, blue, blur, boak, boat, bode, body, boff(vulgar usage), boil, boke, bomb, bond, bone, bong, bonk, boob, book, boom, boot, bore, born, boss, boun, bowl, brad, brag, bray, bred, brew, brim, buck, buff, bulk, bull, bump, bung, bunk, bunt, buoy, burl, burn, burp, burr, bury, bush, busk, buss, bust, busy, butt, buzz (117).

ca-ca, cage, cake, calk, call, calm, came, camp, cane, cant, card, care, carp, cart, case, cash, cast, cave, cede, cere, chap, char, chat, chaw, chid, chin, chip, chop, chow, chug, chum, cite, clad, clam, clap, claw, clay, clew, clip, clog, clop, clot, cloy, club, clue, coal, coat, coax, cock, code, coif, coil, coin, coke, comb, come, comp, cone, conk, conn, cook, cool, coop, cope, copy, cord, core, cork, corn, cosh, cost, coup, cove, cowl, crab, cram, crap, crew, crib, crop, crow, cube, cuff, cull, curb, curd, cure, curl, curr, cuss (90).

dado, daff, damn, damp, dang, dare, dark, darn, dart, dash, date, daub, dawn, daze, deal, deck, deed, deem, defy, deke, dele, demo, dent, deny, dial, dice, died, diet, dike, dine, ding, ding, dint, dirk, disc, dish, disk, diss, dive, dock, doff, dole, dome, done, doom, dope, dose, doss, dote, dove, down, doze, drab, drag, draw, dray, dree, drew, drip, drop, drub, drug, drum, duck, duel, duet, dull, dumb, dump, dung, dunk, dupe, dusk, dust, dyke (75).

earn, ease, echo, eddy, edge, edit, emit, envy, espy, etch, even, exit (12).

face, fade, fail, fake, fall, fame, fard, fare, farm, fart, fash, fast, fate, fawn, faze, fear, feed, feel, fell, felt, fend, fess, fete, feud, file, fill, film, find, fine, fink, fire, firm, fish, fist, fizz, flag, flap, flat, flaw, flay, fled, flee, flew, flex, flip, flit, flog, flop, flow, flub, flux, foal, foam, foil, foin, fold, fond, fool, foot, ford, fork, form, foul, fowl, frag, frap, fray, free, fret, frig, frit, fuel, full, fume, fund, funk, furl, fuse, fuss, futz, fuze, fuzz (82).

gaff, gage, gain, gait, gall, game, gang, gaol, gape, garb, gash, gasp, gast(obsolete), gate, gaum(US), gave, gawk, gawp, gaze, gear, geld, gibe, gift, gild, gill, gimp, gird, girt, give, glad(archaic), glom, glow, glue, glug, glut, gnar, gnaw, go by, go on, goad, golf, gone, gong, goof, gore, gown, grab, gray, grew, grey, grid, grin, grip, grit, grow, grub, gulf, gull, gulp, gush, gust, gybe, gyre, gyve (64).

hack, haft, hail, hale, halo, halt, hand, hang, hare, hark, harm, harp, hash, hasp, hast, hate, hath(archaic), haul, have, hawk, haze, head, heal, heap, hear, heat, heed, heel, heft, held, helm, help, hent(obsolete), herd, hewn, hide, hike, hill, hint, hire, hiss, hive, hoax, hock, hoke(slang), hold, hole, home, hone, honk, hood, hoof, hook, hoop, hoot, hope, horn, hose, host, hove, howl, huff, hulk, hull, hump, hung, hunt, hurl, hurt, hush, husk, hymn, hype, hypo (74).

idle, inch, iris, iron, isle, itch (6).

jack, jade, jail, jape, jazz, jeep, jeer, jell, jerk, jest, jibe, jilt, jink, jinx, jive, join, joke, jolt, josh, juke, jump, junk (22).

kayo, keek(Scots), keel, keen, keep, kept, kern, kick, kill, kiln, kilt, kink, kiss, kite, knap, knew, knit, knot, know (19).

lace, lack, laid, lain, lair, lake, lamb, lame, land, lard, lark, lase, lash, last, lath, laud, lave, laze, lazy, lead, leaf, leak, lean, leap, lech, leer, left, lend, lens, lent, levy, lick, lift, like, lilt, limb, lime, limn, limp, line, link, lisp, list, live, load, loaf, loan, lock, loft, loll, long, look, loom, loop, loot, lope, lord, lose, lost, loup(Scots), lour, lout, love, lube, luck, luff, luge, lull, lump, lure, lurk, lust, lute, lyse (74).

mace, made, mail, maim, make, mall, malt, mark, marl, mart, mash, mask, mass, mast, mate, maul, maze, mean, meet, meld, mell, melt, mend, meow, mesh, mess, mete, mewl, miff, milk, mill, mime, mind, mine, mint, mire, miss, mist, moan, moat, mock, moil, mold, molt, moon, moor, moot, mope, moss, move, muck, muff, mull, mump, muse, mush, muss, must, mute (59).

nail, name, near, neck, need, nest, nick, nigh, nill(obsolete), nock, nose, nosh, note, nuke, null, numb (16).

obey, ogle, oink, okay, omen, omit, ooze, open, oust, over (10).

pace, pack, page, pain, pair, pale, pall, palm, pang, pant, pare, park, part, pash(Austral), pass, pave, pawn, peak, peal, peck, peek, peel, peen, peep, peer, pelt, pend, perk, perm, pick, pike, pile, pill, pimp, pine, ping, pink, pipe, piss(vulgar), pith, pity, plan, plat, play, plod, plop, plot, plow, plug, pock, poke, pole, poll, pond, pool, pore, port, pose, post, pour, pout, pray, pree, prep, prey, prim, prod, prog, prop, puff, puke, pule, pull, pulp, pump, punt, purl, purr, push, putt (80).

quad, quip, quit, quiz (4).

race, rack, raft, rage, raid, rail, rain, rake, ramp, rang, rank, rant, rape, rase, rasp, rate, rave, raze, razz, read, ream, reap, rear, reck, redd(dialect), rede(archaic), redo, reed, reef, reek, reel, rein, rely, rend, rent, rest, re-up, rice, rick, ride, riff, rift, rile, rill, rime(archaic)/rhyme, ring, riot, rise, risk, rive, roam, roar, robe, rock, rode, roil, rolf, roll, romp, roof, rook, room, root, rope, rose, rout, rove, ruck, ruff, ruin, rule, rush, rust (73).

sack, said, sail, sale, salt, sand, sass, sate, save, sawn, scab, scam, scan, scar, scat, scud, scum, seal, seam, sear, seat, seed, seek, seel, seem, seen, seep, sell, send, sent, sewn, shag, sham, shed, shim, shin, ship, shit, shoe, shog, shoo, shop, shot, show, shun, shut, sick, side, sift, sigh, sign, silk, silt, sing, sink, sire, site, size, skew, skid, skim, skin, skip, slab, slag, slam, slap, slat, slay, sled, slew, slid, slim, slip, slit, slog, slop, slot, slow, slub, slue, slug, slum, slur, smut, snag, snap, snip, snow, snub, snug, soak, soap, soar, sock, soil, sold, sole, solo, soot, sorb, sort, soup, sour, sown, spae(scottish), spam, span, spar, spat, spay, spec, sped, spew, spin, spit, spot, spud, spur, spurn, stab, stag, star, stay, stem, step, stet, stew, stir, stop, stow, stub, stud, stun, suck, suds, suit, sulk, sung, sunk, surf, swab, swag, swam, swan(brit), swap, swat, sway, swig, swim, swob, swop(brit)/swap, swot, swum, sync (155).

tabu, tack, tail, take, talc, talk, tame, tamp, tang, tank, tape, tare, task, taut, taxi, team, tear, teem, tell, tend, tent, term, test, text, thaw, thin, thud, tick, tide, tidy, tier, tiff, tile, till, tilt, time, tine, ting, tint, tire, toil, toke, told, tole, toll, tomb, tone, tong, took, tool, toot, tope, tore, torn, toss, tote, tour, tout, tram, trap, tree, trek, trim, trip, trod, trot, trow(archaic), true, tube, tuck, tuft, tune, turf, turn, tusk, twig(Brit), twin, twit, type (79).

undo, urge (2).

vade, vail(archaic), vamp, vary, veal, veer, veil, vein, vend, vent, vest, veto, vide, view, vine, visa, vise, void, vote (19).

wade, waft, wage, wail, wait, wake, wale, walk, wall, wane, want, ward, ware(archaic), warm, warn, warp, wash, waul, wave, wawl, wean, wear, weed, ween, weep, weet, weld, well, welt, wend, went, wept, were, wert(archaic), wham, whap, whet, whid(Scottish), whip, whir, whiz, whop, wick, wile, will, wilt, wind, wine, wing, wink, wipe, wire, wise, wish, wisp, wist, wite, wive, woke, wolf, wont, wood, woof, word, wore, work, worm, worn, wove, wrap, writ(archaic) (71).

x-ray (1).

yack, yank, yard, yarn, yaup, yawn, yawp, yean, yell, yelp, yerk, yeuk, yock, yoke, yowl, yo-yo(informal), yuck (17).

zero, zest, zinc, zing, zone, zonk, zoom (7).

IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT

(yes there are 28 ITs)

#louis tomlinson #song title #** **** it #lt1 #lol 😂 #*** **

[aria-xue]

Chester x Ravenclaw Prefect! Reader | Please Take Care|

AU where the protagonist and (most) of their gang is in 5th year & Chester’s in 6th; because canonically speaking, a pairing between a 12 year old and a roughly 15-16 year old doesn’t seem like a good idea.

From what I know, there are six prefects per house; starting from the fifth year. There’s two prefects per grade - one female, and one male.

Summary: The strain of carrying Ravenclaw on your back and your prefect duties finally start to hit you. And with O.W.L exams coming up soon, the stress of everything starts to affect your physical health. Chester, the 6th year prefect takes notice of this and comes to talk things out with you.

Word count: 2,414 words. (aka, I ramble too much)

-----

The flames from your candle illuminated the space around you as you paused from reading to yawn. It was fairly late at night, perhaps too late to be relying on the light of a single candle to keep you awake for much longer. It was almost the end of 5th year, which meant O.W.L exams. You, being the overachieving Ravenclaw that you are, wanted to at least make it into just ONE N.E.W.T level class. Currently, you were brainstorming for your third essay by reviewing important points you’ve learned in class this year. “Damn, I’ve learned quite a lot this year….” You thought to yourself before rubbing your drooping eyes. It was getting late, and you occasionally dozed off. The uphill battle for your consciousness was ongoing…And soon, the winner of the battle was declared; you had fallen asleep in the common room, face down on top of Intermediate Transfiguration.

You felt something heavy on your body as you sat up from the desk - a blanket had been draped over your shoulders. On your head was a note stuck on your forehead that read: “Please take care of yourself (Y/N)”. The note was unsigned and written using clean and elegant penmanship. You heaved a sigh, tucking the note into your textbook, marking the line you last recalled reading.

Stretching your arms, you descended to one of the floors below to your dormitory. It was about time for you to get changed into your uniform anyways. The others were still asleep by the time you had changed. You heaved yet another sigh, grabbing your other textbooks. There was another half an hour until class, which meant that there was more time for you to study for your first class. You were sleepy, extremely sleepy. Just as your head made contact with the cushions on the couch, you, yet again, fell asleep. Today was just not your day.  

Your first class was Charms. Rowan was seated to your right, chattering about something; you tuned her out. The thought of sleep crossed your mind again, as your eyelids drooped down. You tried to rub your eyes to wake yourself up, but soon, sleep took over your body.

The bell finally rang, startling you awake from your slumber. The only word that was repeating in your mind was “Shit”. You had fallen asleep during class. Thankfully, nobody seemed to notice or even care that a prefect had fallen asleep during a lecture. It a was probably best for you to explain yourself to the professor, even if it cost you house points.  After all, you were the one carrying the house on your back - you had earned Ravenclaw a grand total of 230 house points last year (170 as of now) - losing ten or twenty points wouldn’t be that much of a hit, right?

Sheepishly, you made your way up to Professor Flitwick. He turned towards you with a smile.

“Ah, if it isn’t Miss (or mister)  (L/N), what can I do for you?” He chuckled.

“Professor, I wanted to know what I’ve missed.” Your heart was pounding, a prefect falling asleep in their class was unheard of! “I’m so sorry I fell asleep during the lecture, I’ve been studying a bit more than usual, as a result, I have been losing sleep.” You blurted out, hoping that the professor would understand the gibberish coming out of your mouth.

To your surprise, he gave you a reassuring smile. “Oh yes, I overheard Mr. Davies’s conversation about how he found you asleep in the common room. You must be working hard; on top of your prefect duties, you also excel in your classes.” He continued to smile.

Oh gosh, it was Chester who found you sprawled out on top of the pile of books! So he was the one who wrote that note stuck to your forehead.

“We discussed the compatibility between the wizard and the wand. Soon, we'll be diving deeper into the more complicated charms.” He paused for a moment.

“Are you going to take away house points, professor?”

“Normally, I would take house points away from Ravenclaw, but I would like to reward you for your dedication instead, ten points to Ravenclaw!.” He smiles at you again

“Th-thank you, Professor,” You bowed your head in appreciation. “I won’t let you down again!” You turned to leave the classroom. Potions was next, fun…

It was time for lunch, most of the students were gathered in the Great Hall. The dim lighting of the candles combined with the natural daylight seeping through the windows allowed you to bury your face in the textbook with ease. It was certainly better than reading in the dark like you normally did. Rowan was again, chatting away, and occasionally helping you with a problem or two.

You sense someone’s presence as they sat down right next to you. Looking up, your face met with his. Chester Davies, 6th year Ravenclaw prefect. You were on friendly terms with him, but it wasn’t always a smooth ride.

-----

You met him in the library, half-asleep over a textbook. The only other seat available was the one next to his. With a sigh, you mumbled a “May I sit here?”. The boy was studious, it was no wonder he was put in Ravenclaw.

You learned his name: Chester Davies; and he learned yours. The two of you became friends quickly. Then your fourth year rolled around. Chester was made the 5th year Prefect for Ravenclaw. One could notice the obvious change in Chester’s demeanor. He smiled less, became more focused, and grew distant from you. He began pestering you about the house points you’ve earned. At first, it was bearable; but soon, it became a drag -  every time he saw you - he’d ask you about house points.

Your interactions had been boiled down to: “How many points have you earned Ravenclaw, (Y/N)?” To which you replied: “125 points” and moved along with your day. You never understood why he became this way until your 5th year - you, along with another Ravenclaw became prefects.

It was hard work, keeping up with your studies and prefect duties - you had no time to earn Ravenclaw many points - But being prefect was well worth it. When you had trouble with anything, you went to Chester. Your interactions helped repair your relationship. He began to smile more…

The two of you studied together once every week - Chester would tutor you and would help you get ahead. From those sessions, you began to see sides of him others have not. With others, he was stern, constantly whining about house points. Your conversations had less to do with house points, and more with each other. You got to know him, his strengths, his weaknesses, you knew everything.

And that was where you two were now, close friends, and partners in crime. Of course, Chester would still pester you about house points, even if you were number one on the leaderboards.

-----

Chester smiled at you, “Studying hard, (Y/N)?” He remarked. You looked up at the owner of the voice.

“Yes, I want to make it into at least one N.E.W.T course next year.” you smiled at him, obviously proud of your ambition.

“Oh, which one are you hoping for?” He tilted his head in curiosity.

“Any one of them! I just want one!” you sheepishly laughed.

“I’ll leave you to it!” He said, looking to the third-year sitting across from him. He laughed with her about a joke. Gosh, his laugh was adorable - you felt your cheeks flush. He was too distracting; closed the textbook with a sigh, you rested your head on the table. Your position mimicked Felix’s when Slytherin came in 4th place last year. Chester looked down towards you with concern in his eyes. “Please get more sleep, (Y/N). I don’t want you to suffer just because of O.W.L.s, They’re more than 3 months away, you have time.” Chester looked you dead in the eyes. You could feel your cheeks heating up more. “And please, don’t rely on a single candle for light while reading late at night…”

“Thanks for worrying about me, Chester,” You said. “Oh, and I earned ten points from Flitwick, please don’t pester me about points right now...” Your voice was growing quiet; once again, sleep had enveloped you.

Chester chuckled to himself again, you were too adorable for your own good. He decided to let you rest for a while. He noticed how calm you looked while asleep, as opposed to last night, which was really this early morning, where your features were tense. You were truly stunning.

He decided to wake you up after a few minutes, you barely touched your food! Chester was worried about you, for the past month, you were barely eating; instead, you used the time to study and get ahead in classes. He failed to understand why you would sacrifice your health for your studies, which made him even more concerned.

“Mnnn…” you groaned at his touch, “five more minutes, Rowan…” You croaked out, causing Chester to stifle another laugh.

“(Y/N), you need to eat. How are you going to patrol the halls tonight if you don’t have any energy now?” No response. Perhaps he had to coax you out of it. An idea came to mind… “(Y/N), you have two choices; either I help you study tonight after our patrols, or I will force-feed you this mashed-potato.” That jolted you awake. The thought of Chester feeding you was embarrassing. You couldn’t even look Chester in the eyes during your weekly tutoring sessions ever since you two grew closer together this year! But you had to stay calm.

“Pfft, try me!” You smashed your head back onto the table, hiding your face in your arms. You just wanted to avoid eye-contact.

“(Y/N), I’m going to force-feed you.” His voice was stern and authoritative. You once again shot up. His expression was serious.

“N-no! I can feed myself!” You protested, but it was too late. In Chester’s hand was a fork loaded with potatoes.

“Say ‘ahhh’.” Your cries of protest were ignored as he gently laid the fork into your mouth. You could see his features clearly, his perfectly gelled hair, deep-set eyes, chiseled cheekbones, and a beautiful smile.

Taking the fork from Chester’s hands, you looked away and muttered: “Chester, you didn’t have to do that…” there was an awkward silence between the two of you. Chester was the one to break the silence with a chuckle.

“I have a proposal,” he said, “If you finish ALL of your lunch, I will take over your patrol for tonight. But you have to promise me that by the time I return, you have to be asleep in your bed.” Gosh, what was this? He was acting like a parental figure!

“You would do that for me?” Your entire face lit up.

“I’d do anything for you,”

“No promises, Davies!” You laughed again.

——

It soon fell dark, well past curfew. You were spending tonight in the common room as well. All of the students were in bed, dreaming about sweet nothings. You would normally be out on patrol, but tonight, thanks to a certain prefect, you could use this time to read.

Tonight was not productive. Your mind kept wandering back to Chester. ‘Say ahhh’ you remembered. You thought about the time he spent with you, the sacrifices he made for you, and he laughs he shared with you. It was strange, your heart would flutter every time he looked at you. And why did your heart skip a beat whenever he smiled at you or praised you?

You tried to focus, but you kept losing your train of thought. Halfway through the rough draft of your final essay, you heard someone come in. You could tell by their figure who they were.

“Chester,” you smiled. “Thank you so much for taking over my shift! I owe you big time!” You ran up to him for a hug. It was only then you realized what you had just done, you hugged Chester.

“It’s a little late to be studying, isn’t it?” He questioned, returning the hug.

“I know, I just didn’t understand something, and I just had to read up on it! I’m sorry,” You smiled at him again.

“What is it? I may be able to help you.” Chester made his way to a chair next to the table, taking a seat and gesturing you to do the same.

“Tell me what you don’t understand, I’ll do my best to explain it to you.” You sat down next to him, pointing to a section in your textbook. “Ah, that’s easy, here’s how you do it…” he went on a explain the basic concepts of the topic.

It was soon almost  1am. You were tired, yawning into your hands. “Chester, I’m going to take a nap on the couch,” you told him, getting up from our chair. He got up as well.

“Your neck will get sore if you sleep like that,” he came up to you. “Use my lap as a pillow, I don’t mind. Your health is important.” He sat down, patting his legs. Your cheeks grew red,

“You don’t have to do that, Chester,” you told him.

“I care about you, (Y/N). Your health is important to me.”

Heaving out a sigh, you made your way to him, laying down on his lap. You stared at his face. He was calmly staring back into your eyes. You took this as a chance to talk. “Chester, I wanted to tell you something,” You muttered to him. “I want to thank you for caring so much about me. You are a great friend to have around… but lately, I’ve started to want more. I want you to care about me, but as more than a friend would.” You covered your eyes with your arm. “I guess, I’m asking you out, Chester.” You had managed to choke out a confession.

He gently held your hand, moving it away from your face. “I’ve always cared about you, more than a friend would, (Y/N),” He smiled. “You’re very oblivious. I’d be honored to be your boyfriend.”

You began to cry, enveloping Chester’s face. “I’m so happy!”

“It’s getting late, get some sleep.” He stroked your hair. “Goodnight, Love.” You began to feel even more tired, closing your eyes, muttering “I love you,”

#Harry Potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts #mystery #harry potter #ravenclaw prefect #ravenclaw #prefect #chester davies #chester x reader #chester x mc #hogwarts mystery imagines #drabble #hogwarts mystery drabble